You always knew it'll never be you

Until you'e standing near the precipice black

A precipice built on pills, blades and cracks

The cracks that you slipped through

On your way to this blackest of noons

To this day that you realized that, yes

It could be you,

It could have always been you.

Those cracks can move moutains

Makng it nothing for them to move you

To the precipice of the black

On this suicidal noon.