A faint silhouette in the evening sky,

I watch the wake of the jet, behind it fade,

Wonder why with life it isn't the same,

Why do the memories, the hurt, don't disintegrate,

Pale away, disappear,

As I ramble, mindless, into the dusk,

No sense of direction, no destination in mind,

Faltering footsteps, and a cold beating heart inside,

Every stone unknown to me, comes to life, taunting,

Painful reminders of all that has gone wrong,

Lurid tokens, of a tattered past,

It seems I have stepped over a threshold,

A demarcation between everything and nothingness,

I fall, free, into an abyss,

Life rushing past me, mocking,

Pushing me, aiding my plunge,

Plummeting into these depths, my feeble attempts,

At finding a hold, seem frail, a testimony to my will,

My soul knows, this trip to oblivion is one way,

Without an end,

Descend into this bottomless pit,

Where a helpless fall is all I can manage,

Maybe a few weak cries,

In stoic silence I witness the demise,

Of a rebel, a maverick,

As I give in to my fate,

And let go, drop into the void,

The void that’s ME!