Falling Into My Death
Ayad Gharbawi
Tell me, in your eye
My own letters
That, yes
Are so wrong;
I know.
For, they were
Written only when I was
So inflated
By my manic intoxicated mind.
I tell you
This is:
My being!
The same Being that has
So gone astray;
Flying apart from
My unknowing Self
And I go on
Falling
Frighteningly so
For remember
Just how much
I fear heights
As I continue
Plunging
Into an unknown
That I far prefer
To end my life
Than to ever see through its end
For, you must understand
That I much need to experience
The Quicker End
I called
Suicide
Rather than go through
The Long End
I called
My Life
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
Falling Into My Death
Ayad Gharbawi
Tell me, in your eye
My own letters
That, yes
Are so wrong;
I know.
For, they were
Written only when I was
So inflated
By my manic intoxicated mind.
I tell you
This is:
My being!
The same Being that has
So gone astray;
Flying apart from
My unknowing Self
And I go on
Falling
Frighteningly so
For remember
Just how much
I fear heights
As I continue
Plunging
Into an unknown
That I far prefer
To end my life
Than to ever see through its end
For, you must understand
That I much need to experience
The Quicker End
I called
Suicide
Rather than go through
The Long End
I called
My Life