Contemplating my own demise, The ice I skate is thin. Slip and fall, get up, repeat, As I battle my monster within. Self mutilation at the tip of my tongue, The taste is bitter sweet. Thinking about if I can control, The fate I someday will meet. The push and pull it tears me up, I fight to put me together. We dance the dance to fall down, No one lives forever. Looking hard to find the light, I walk in the dark on my own. The cold is a dismal reminder of death, I don't want to be alone.