Late at night
I'm sitting at the bridge again.
I feel comfort instead of fright,
because I have one plan.

Death God?
Are you here?
It feels so odd,
my dear.
Allow me
to turn off the lights
in my eyes.
I want to flee
into the darkness,
and be swallowed.
I feel so hollow,
I want to be reckless
and leave the world
Undisturbed.