Some demons grab on to you and never let go... no matter how hard you run, you can't just run away from them...

Looking down from far above

Ain’t it a beautiful sight,
The twinkle of the city lights below,
Cars roaring with mechanical might,
People getting caught in life’s undertow.

You stand on a knife’s edge,
The point of no return,
A mind filled with pain, a heart caged,
To knock on heaven’s door, a right earned.

You laugh at the absurdity of the situation,
The unshakable feeling of helplessness and apathy,
Step after step, closer and closer, the bright lights beneath you catch your attention,
You had to time this right, and not be too hasty.

How you want to see their faces,
When all this becomes irreversible history,
How dead certain she was that they would not slow their paces,
How none of them will not even feel sorry.

So simple, isn’t it?
Just one more step,
And the lights will no longer be lit,
And you shall leave your physical trap.

Go ahead, take the easy way out,
Watch the cold asphalt inch towards your pretty face,
The world needs more leaders with more clout,
Maybe, where you end up is your rightful place.

Ng Zhao Yang
19/8/03 10.11 p.m.

My fingers felt itchy, my mind felt inspirational. Creative criticism welcomed.