This comes from the heart
The author wrote that “living is merely the chaos of existence” To which the character, confused, responded
“And so is dying, simply, the rejection of chaos?”
But nothing is simple
From birth to work to tragedy
The man who fell from grace into the sea
I thought I’d find it all at the bottom
But it’s all so dark, merciless, murderous
I thought I shoveled to survive but apparently I was wrong I survive to shovel against the dunes
It should be easier than this,
But it’s harder than it seems Now it’s calling me further away
From the morgue to the street
From the street to the balcony
Open up the door and set it in reverse Balance on the rail
Take in the view from the balcony
Each time you look, it seems it’s less far down
It should be easier than this But it’s harder than it seems Now it’s calling me further away
Like a deer in the headlights
I wander into the danger blinded
No regard for consequences
I take a step off the ledge
And come to grips with the sadness
I’ve finally realized that hope’s another feeling I’ll soon grow tired I’ll soon grow tired of
It should be easier than this But it’s harder than it seems Now it’s calling me further away