The Death of Me

I am close to the edge
I walk towards it
knowingly I move
towards my demise.

Slowly it hits me
that this was what killed me before

falling for them
that is death.
They trip you up
and then you fall

How am I supposed
to live like this? I will stop falling one day

One day my heart will stop
beating so hard.
My breath will slow
My head will empty
and I will be a shadow of the old me

The one before them.
Before my heart betrayed me.
Before they stole my thoughts.
Before they crept into every pore
every crevice, every wrinkle
that is seen and unseen.

Still I walk forward
to meet them
Even though I know
that they are death

and now I know I am the death of me.