Today I sit at the edge of a chasm
Inside my mouth, an orgasm.
I sit here thinking
Should I quit breathing.
Why do I keep on living
When I feel I should not be living.
Sometimes I wish I could fly
While others, mostly I want to die.
I am filled with such remorse
So hard to keep on course.
Maybe all I need is a wife
To remind me of the greatness of lif