In the gloaming i run
Ive takin the batton ...
And Im gone
Undaunted upon the cliff topps i feel the edge
I laugh .......
And run on
Im weightless
Plummeting the wind increases
The pitch
Whistling crunch uhhhhg
Impact.    
I live...... opening my eyes barely
Face resting .... Awkwardly on the tub ledge
Feeling queezy ...paramedics
Beating on the bathroom door ..i taste blood
The smell of *** i *****
Close my eyes
Wake up with 4 iv's hooked to an ekg ......
I feel weak ........confused .....dont feel like
Anything ...........
I plummit into sleep ............
.. .  .......... Rest.....
Is history ......coalesce....
This.     Isnt.  
The end of me ....
Although
I wont be running along cliff tops .....
.......
Not in the dark anyway
Metaphorically
Speaking