The Doom Fulfilled

Shambling from the promenade
Eager for your bed's embrace
At the peak of the car garage
You feel wind caress your face
Overlooking the precipice
Haunted stillness hems the edge
A queer comfort now possessed
You feel beckoned by the ledge

Dopamine compromised
Can't go on in this life

I'm so terrified
That I'm not scared to die

Surrounded by the silence
Not a soul in sight
I don't have the will left
Can't keep up the fight

I'd wish you so much better
But I don't have the right
I'm lighter than a feather
I go into the light

But wait

Wait

Too late

Gone