Beautiful Night

A warm night and a dark sky,
The perfect night to try and die.
I sit and wait upon the tower,
And await the clock to strike the hour.
My eyes drift upwards as my voice whispers I die,
The man who stabbed me starts to cry.
In that moment we are one and the same,
The anger inside him is on the tame.
As the cold blade pierces my heart,
The heart of his has begun to start.
The clang of the clock,
And the caw of the cock.
My life blood flows from the wound,

Big Ben clangs again and I am drifting downward,
Into the endless sleep, peace is finding me.  
The little man who struck me down cries in pain and anguish,
As the knife falls from from his trembling fingers.
I feel myself being pulled backwards,
A sense of weightlessness fills me.
As I begin my journey doves take off as my soul doth fly.
My worries are gone and euphoria fills me,
escape from the pain and troubles I thought were slowly killing me.
Down and down further and faster,
The little man is getting smaller and smaller.
I pivot in air and face my fate,
All is quiet and I am free.