Stand still...
Feel as if the silence is defeaning your ears—
Hear the fear beating within your chest—
Think of it as a test, this twenty-story height
Fright is sublime as the dark sky is as black as  daylight is bright
Yet at the same time inside, you fight
Because tonight eternal punishment is your delight

Spread your arms...
The warmth of the cold city wind is home—
Alone is no longer a word to describe yourself—
Help is not a number to be dialed on a phone
Help is the couple hundred feet, your distance from below
Your adrenaline rush as your feet push concrete robust
Memories flush as cold wind brush your skin
Pushing the thoughts of hard concrete replacing satin wind

Peripheral visions alert you
The sound of trickling sparks are familiar too
Ecstatic spirits embark on a journey to
The center of their world becomes those sparks in a blast
A vast symphony from an ear bleeding band
Yet this show is never bland unlike this man
Standing on top of a building ready to fall face flat on pavement or that conveniently parked red van

You wonder how you got this far.
You wonder how you got this low.
You wonder what it's like when your already six feet below.
Maybe, I guess so, you just want to be the star in your own show
Because you couldn't do it in life 'cause they ignored you the most
So you got provoked
They invoked suicide in your mind like a card shark owing the mob a loan

Alone you see the lights start moving
Spiralling sky high astonishing eyes on the ground
The visual equivalent of an angry concerto
Hitherto, you've been standing amazed
On how everyone's in a daze with lights that quickly fade
It made you think that no one would notice what you're about to do
So you step a little closer to the edge in front of you.

You never did much in life, for them not much,
Never even touched the life of at least one person you know
This life is ending on the sour note at the end of show
I let myself freefall...
Let mother earth pull me towards her cruel embrace
Falling, I still chase for limelight's given grace
Crestfallen, I face the skies hoping I go to heaven after my grave
Yes, an appalling fate
Self-inflicted with distaste
As I crash on that red van I saw that people paced,
raced towards my body...
I smiled, because before everything faded everyone's attention was on me.

I miss the days euphoric
The wonderful tunes of music that made me frolic
The times when love was a tonic drink that made me a stoic alcoholic.

But life is tragic enough to render anyone a philophobic;
making them manically depressive,
making humor esoteric,
making them despise anyone
whom to love

was ecstatic.

Do you know hard it is
To fall face first, stand up,
And show off that toothed grin
To disguise the loosening cluster of bones?

Ivory on ivory,
White horse on white horse
Clenched tightly
While you also struggle to keep
Your elastic lips from snapping
In trying to keep your incisors from falling.

But then there's an ache
On the left hemisphere
Of your itching face
And when you realize what it is
You shut off your vision
With the worn down excuse:

You close your eyes when you smile

But that is also to stop yourself
from flooding your face,
putting weight on that strip of muscle
That prevents your teeth from falling out of place.

Gravelly and coarse
is my strained voice.
I do not know when
it became this tense,
it is either when you
forced me to shout
your beautiful name
or when you left me
forcing tears to drop
on my wrinkled face.
But I am sure of one
thing. I will continue
shouting 'til my voice
reaches your frozen,
non-beating heart.