Standing on the precipice,

A desolate snowy cliff,

Reflecting a life violent, concise,

Racing forth the severed thread

Pushing me into nothingness.

No pain, no fear, no thought,

Misery vanished,

I no longer feel the ground's shaky support.

Gentle breezes carry my final breath,

No longer screaming for an end.

Old souls rejoice again,

A life saved through a life lost,

Darkness snatches my name,

Sensing barren white brilliance,