Sound fondly flows down below underneath the glow,
Only shadows within shadows of running rocks.
Tic goes the clock, the hour to reborn had come.
This is the night where the heartbeat echoes.
One step from the edge, one foot from the grave.
The wave comes forth and the jump is made.
To fall so gracefully with outstretched arms.
To down take with force such a spec of trust
And separate a damned body...
...from a free soul.
Alas, a death foretold!
But still below no secret bestowed,
No grave filled and no tear spilled...
Only curse suppressed and rage undone...
Fake ends make Death seem less
When embracing all as one's own.
Free falling, free choice...
I can only say,
I took them as my own.
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