I'm standing on the Rocky Edge of Love;
Gazing down at the Dark Sea of Hate.
The rocks directly below are jagged,
lethal, a succubus of bloodlust.

The waves are violent, relentless... the ebb of life.
My mind swells with their nefarious voices
as I debate which action I will take:
To step off and fall to sudden death
on the Rocks of Nevermore.
To jump and fall into the Waves of Evil
and attempt a meaningless struggle for life.
To take a mighty leap and soar with arms as
wings into the open sky while I pray a wind will
carry me safely into Love's Nest.

The rocks and the sea are beckoning with temptation
saturated with venom that pierces my mind.
They are using all their powers of persuasion, in a
strong attempt to make me, willingly, give to them my
empty soul...
That which is forlorned by love.