The suicide of innocence

Perched atop the ledge,
ten stories till freedom,
above the unforgiving world,
peering down at the insects below,
hearing the myriad of their screams,
the deafening sirens call
and the tender voice of sanity fleeing,
from this moment I shall end,
from the next shall I begin
Soaring as a bird through the air,
majestic and free, floating and alive,
reborn yet in a moment it is all gone,
in a flash it's taken away,
lifeless, breathless and broken,
shards of haunting obsidian engulf,
consuming me, devouring me,
anyone, please anyone...
...mourn for me...