I’m dreaming
and I’m seeing everything
through the eyes of a violent friend.
He was kind in his soul but not at the end.
He screamed…

“Is all that I see everything I was meant to be?
Is this the end, of me?

And he made a motion
and moved his feet close to the ledge
He took a quick look.
Peering over the edge,
He screamed…

“Is this the end, of me?
Is all that I see everything I was meant to be?
Is this the end, of me?”

He lost his mind and made it up.
He took the dive because he had had enough.
Now I can’t see anything below his chest,
and he is still screaming

Is this the end, of me?”
Is all that I see everything I was meant to be?
Is this the end, of me?”

This was all my fault…