As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

On the rooftop.

As I took this plunge into the endless pavement,
I was amazed, yet again, on how cruel life can get.
I welcomed the cool air for I will not be able to do so again,
My childhood flashed before my eyes,
Innocent and free.
Oblivious of the war waged outside we call life.
I saw the sun, large and mocking for the last time.
I closed my eyes,
I just waited for the impending freedom I will soon taste,
the air is rushing - fast and then faster.
I heard screams and gasps of the audience below.
Then I knew, it will be over soon.
I took my last breath,
my heart skipped a beat,
a feeling I first had when I had my first kiss.
Then my mind was blank,
No more memories,
No more feeling,
No more sun,
No more screams,
at last... I am free.

Home at last.

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