Goodbye

Falling.
Always falling.
Dark.
Why dark?

In the empty abyss of my life I reach a turning point.
Left?
No, right.
No, left.
I don't know.
Fork in the road.
Which way do I go?

If left lead to you, would I want to go right?
And if right lead to Hell, isn't that where I belong?
I can run into your arms, but you cannot save me from myself
Why, you may ask.
Because I am out to self destruct.

Swirling lights.
Patterns in the night sky.
Is it a cloud?
No, a star.

I fall into the night, naked, withered.
Alone, I cry.
I have lost. Again.
I always lose.

Follow me if you want to see death, for I am on the path of the end.
I stare almost blankly at the edge of the cliff.
Push me?
No, I will jump.

Falling.
Always falling.
Into the dark.
To death.

What if even Death refuses me? It spat me back out once before.
Can it be that not even Death wants me?
All I can do is hope.
Miss me if you love me,
But do not mourn me for the end is truly the beginning.

I will no longer be empty,
I will be safe and unhurt.
Be happy that I am finally seeing.
Seeing what should be.
What is right.

I will think of you as my life flows from me.
Will you think of me?
Probably not.

I go left at the fork.
Left to the end.