Just this once.

Suicide.

The wind rushes through my hair

I can feel it stand from the chill

Heavenward i glance, and i feel a drop

Right against my warm pink skin

Are they my tears, my heart seemed spent

Yet i know i felt that icy drop

As it touched my skin and my fear

Was it real or was it not?

Yes the rain, it’s pouring down

I feel a drop and then some more

My feet, so close to the ledge

My eyes cast towards the icy cold below.

Step back, just a while

I can slowly feel my feet move

My tears merge with the rain

And for a moment, we're different no more.

It isn't the first time I've felt this way

It isn't the first time I've failed

The last time i held a silver blade

And placed it against the white of my skin

The bulging vein stood ripe and ready

To burst forth the crimson pool that lay within

And then the bell, that ominous sound

It broke my psychedelic spell

A cut a bruise a tiny dot of red

Poof
I knew the moment was dead.

That was then and this is now

I knew it had to be today

The cobbled pavement beneath my feet, the icy cold below

It beckoned me and in a minute i knew i would be free

But the rain, it cried

It poured down- first in drops and then in torrential pain

I was one with it, it was one with me

We forgot where one ended and the other began

Not today, not yet

Once more I've broken out of the spell

The rain it pours and i step back again

The world isn't done, it beckons

And just this once, i’ll hear the call. Again.