I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to see.
So I take a look at myself and climb the fucking tree.
I slide the rope around my neck and I know it's time to bleed.
I go and jump into my death and as I look up high,
I see his gentle eyes looking down on me.
The rope, it creaks in the breeze and still I am not dead.
I look up again to see him descend from the velvet blue sky.
He takes me from my end.
He whispers gently "It is not time."
And I beg of him, "Please no, don't go."
He smiled sadly and faded away and again
I was left alone.
A.J. Downey
07-17-1998
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