There I lay,
from all the days that passed.
Above a stairwell,
was my last task.
Here I am bleeding,
with my last thought to think,
how will this end,
and should I scream?
I will never forget,
that last choice I made.
But I am here now,
it will always be that last mistake.
This place is worse,
than the previous life I had.
If I could do it here,
I would do it again.
As the doctors mend my spine,
I spoke the words of a man dying.
“Where is the breath that I once had?”
The man said “shush,”
and sewed my lips.
Reality came to me,
and I knew I was dead.
I will never forget,
that last choice I made.
But now that I’m here,
It will only be known as a mistake.
This place is hell,
and there is no turning back,
other than to continue,
with a choice of damnation on my back.
When the people find myself,
they thought I just slipped.
I know what I did,
I did everything but slip.
I let myself die,
it will be looked on as a mistake
But if I could do it here,
I would do it again.
