The silent whispers of the wind
Are gently piercing the wounds
Which lay so beautifully on my arms.
Oh, how beautiful they are
In this dark night, with the stars
And the moonlight.
And for just a moment,
I want to be alive.
The air is pushing me further
Toward the end of the ledge
But my heart is beginning to beat faster.
Nervousness fills my body,
And maybe, just maybe,
This isn't what I want.
But there is no turning back
For a butterfly with wet wings.
The wind will carry it further
Until it reaches the water
And the strong pressure of it's landing
Completely smashes it's body
And leaves the blood rushing in bubbles
To the surface of the glistening water.
The butterfly will not feel air any longer
Although it's wings are meant to fly.
The butterfly cannot regain it's strength,
Although it may not have meant to die.
And suddenly, the whole world shifts.
The clouds become whiter
The water becomes bluer
The sky becomes much more bright
From the millions of stars sleeping in it.
And the world is renewed.
I know what I want,
I know what my choice is.
And just like that butterfly,
My wings become soaked
And my body sinks,
And the oxygen meant for my lungs
Is taken from me and brought
Back to the surface in the form of spheres.
Maybe someone will hear
My last scream for help.
But it's already too late to save me.