What hell it is to live and breathe.
However, I do love this hopeless recital,
of throwing myself off the nearest cliff, and live.

Only to be disappointed that it did not hurt.
That in fact, I had not felt a thing.
Sure some time wasted, a taste of dirt.
Oh, pleasure in my sheets, but no hearts ring.

To feel that rush again, of falling!
Swiftly, sweetly, almost sickeningly.  
A fantasy. Characteristics of you, my darling,
is what I fall for, each and every time. Jokingly.