I am on the edge,
On the very ledge.

These days, I can barely see,
And death opens its arms to me.

Life is temporary, and I watch it walk away.
“Where are you going?” I say.

“It’s time for me to leave.” The angel of life replies,
And the celestial woman opens her wings and flies.

I am so close,
More close than most.

I have said my goodbye’s,
And created a will to satisfy.

All there is to do,
Is to die, a job long overdue.

I shall use a noose,
To free me from life’s abuse.

I am so close...