Falls Repose

He approaches the gate with bated breath,
The metal cold just like the depths of his soul.
Marred by pain and misery, endless torment
From a world that doesn't want him;
A world too busy forsaking and fucking itself over
To allow someone with promise to shine.

He ascends the gate; an imminent plunge.
A free fall of faith,
A test of wills.
It's too little, too late corrupt world.

"I'm writing this as a last good-bye.
A testament to a world gone awry.
From the tainted streets to
The bloodstained countryside.
I'm weaker than I've ever been,
Yet my resolve is strong;
This falls repose eclipses my entire mind.
Truth be told this isn't your fault,
The waters below will receive my blood tonight."

He ascends the cold metal ladder
The roar of life deafening behind him.
There is fear, but the choice is clear...
Falling, free at last.