As I walk towards the end of the world, I look back into the past to see what I could have done differently, but there’s nothing I can do now, my past has been written, for now I wait to see what the future holds. I stand on the edge, wanting to jump, wanting to dive into the world anew, and wishing that Harmony will follow me through. I close my eyes, inhale deep, and try not to think about how the edge of the world is indeed very steep. I lean forward accepting my fate, ready to enter through Hell’s studded gates. But as I leaned forward something grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back, a young girl stood behind me, covered in black. “You fool”, she whispered, “You wish to end your life”? “You wish to end it all”? “Why”?
“My life bears no meaning, my heart covered in black, my soul has left me, and my mind begins to crack”. “I have walked many miles to the edge of the world, so that I may try a feeble attempt to make it all leave me alone”
“You’re heart isn’t black, mind isn’t cracking, it’s expanding, seeing life in a new way, your soul still travels with you, and your life does have meaning, you just simply haven’t found it, but you will, in due time, you will find your purpose.” Now enough with this nonsense, enough with the pity, step away from the edge and begin your new journey”.
“Your words are strong, but for me they have no meaning. My life is at its end and I indeed enjoyed your speech, but this life has nothing for me, so I will leap over the edge, and you will watch me, but first I must know your name”
“My name is Harmony and I will follow you through, regardless if your listen to my words, I will always be with you”
“It’s time to say goodbye Harmony, and it was a pleasure to meet you”

To look into ones eyes; is the way to see how they view the world
To look into ones soul; Is the way to see how they view themselves
To look into ones mind; Is the way to see how they see the future

As I leave this world;
And enter another
I must first crossover the river of death
The River Styx they call it
A ferryman stands idly by;
Waiting for new souls, lost souls
To guide across
I approach this guide, with hopes that he will guide me across
Into new light
Or maybe he will guide me somewhere else
A place that’s only purpose is to provide fright
Onwards we go
And as I look down into the cold river
I see lost souls, their purpose only to find their way
But alas they are trapped
In a realm in between ours
Not quite at peace, but not in agony either
Maybe they will find what they seek one day
And as the ferryman helps me cross over these souls
I can only hope that I do not end up in their same predicament
As I grow closer to my destination
I can see the light
And soon we will cross over into the grand unknown
Maybe I will finally know peace
Maybe I will finally have a home
The Ferryman had other plans though
For he tipped over the boat, leaving me in the icy cold grip of the river
Now I am forever lost, among the other lost souls
My journey is now over
The river is now my home
I succumb to the darkness
My only purpose now is to forever roam
It’s funny how I once pitied the souls;
Lost to this river
Now I am one, gone without a sliver;
Of hope, my body, now cold and forgotten
I forever serve my punishment
Simply because my heart was rotten

And as the world says hello to the new year and welcomes it with open arms

I am already ready to say goodbye