Leaping Into Death

Looking from the mountain top i see the depth beneath gaping at me strong wind gushing against my torso I feel the force through my veins Throwing me back to the land But i stand rooted As if I've been shackled to the edge Same as i dwindle betwixt my dream And the morose reality i live in I want to break free, i want to fly I want to scream, i want to cry I have no fear left of leaping into death All i need is to Breathe free; in those last moments As i breathed for the first time in the womb Last but not the least...... Can someone just put a white flag on my tomb.......