How does it feel?

Now as you stand on the very edge,
The precipice of life and death,
Do the ghosts of the past haunt you?
Does every wrongdoing taunt you?
Does it hurt looking them in the eye?
All those poor souls you tormented ignoring their innocent cry
How does it feel to be in that place?
Where all that can save you is darkness and oblivion
Peace has been shattered by your own piercing screams
Death stands at your door beckoning with its bony fingers,
It’s the day of reckoning for your pitiless soul
What you wished for others once has come calling for you,
In all your glory you forgot that this day would come for you too!
There is no escape, there is no escape…


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