How has it come to this? What pebble has created this chaotic ripple?
Who is this person that stares back at me from the shards beneath me?
I try to think back upon my life and try to see the causes of this plight;
But try as I might I cannot see passed the light, left blind by shadows;
I cannot control this beast, this demon that resides and torments me;
As the tear trickles from my eye, it controls my finger to make a sound:
A sigh escapes and floats through the air, lingering in front of me, dead;
I couldn't foresee this ever happening to me, in a darkened room, alone;
The flashes of a life gone by, a life so full of joy, yet the sorrow still wry;
Was it what I left behind? Or was it what I couldn't have? Was it you?
So the hand prepares once more to make this sound, and nothing more;
My eyes tiredly open and for the first time I see the dying embers of a life;
Gazing at the trails the ember leaves in its wake, filaments that twist in turn;
I stare blankly as the images burn the sentiments deep into my mind and heart;
Soon the ember will fade and pass into darkness, fleeing the sound, a tired echo;
I realise now, I've gone too far, I've reached a point; I must follow upon this path;
I see the light fade and my eyes adjust to the new born darkness, tears illuminate;
I silently place a foot upon this barren ground, hoping to hear this final sound;
I hear the breath gently caressing the air around, as I close my eyes a final time;
I hope that you can see that this was not what I wanted to be, leaving only a sound;
So please forgive me and let me be, for now I leave you, perhaps eternally.