When I tire of seeing, I look within

What I’m searching for is buried in sin

At this point I close my eyes

I cannot watch my own demise

As my sight goes, my hearing comes

Waves crash against my eardrums

For a moment I forget

Of each and every last regret

But it is only for a moment

Reality returns, and I grasp it

But my hold is slipping

And the ledge is tipping

I do not fear the fall

When I land, it will be soft