The Jumper

Stepping out on the ledge of the bridge With a cold wind blowing through my hair The moon reflects off the river below Portraying a serenity that just isn't there A life of regretful sin and remorse On a calliope spinning round and round The pain and torment living inside of me Soon in the river will be drowned I fall back and watch the bridge slowly rise In a suspended continuum of time Seconds last for an eternity As mistakes play over in my mind No regrets for letting go Only regrets for hanging on My body peacefully falls asleep Before the life inside of it is gone