It is taking that step of the cliff.
It is having someone push you over,
So you fall and tumble and roll,
Bruising and bumbling and bleeding,
As you fall and tumble and roll,
Down the rocky slippery slope
Into dark murky waters.
Unsure if you’ll crack your head in
The craggy rocks hidden just below,
Just below the surface
And bleed your bleeding heart out.
Unsure if you’ll be drawn under
By the tide, strong, tireless tide
That pulls you in deeper and further
So you’re drowning in him
And killing you.
Unsure if you’ll just sink down to
The silted bottom and sit down
Then sink down to rock bottom
Then down that whisky down to its bottom
Downing it down saying bottoms up.

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