Close to the edge, I see the drop,
I will fall quite loud and my head will pop.
A gasp from the crowd, who look down on me.
I am lying there lifelessly,
The noise I once had is now a silent plea.
Rejoice rejoice I made it this far,
I awoke from dream, without a scar.
I dislike these thoughts, they come with no care,
Plagued and trapped, tattered and torn,
Life is so hard, like am standing on a thorn,
Another day nearly over, a step closer is to death,
I welcome that day with baited breath.
Will be easier to handle, lying in a box,
Nothing to worry about, not even a fox.