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.