my apocalypse

here it is. I can feel it. at the tip of my sanity at the dawn of my love at the border of my abyss My downfall. And here you are. up or down I do not know. my anguish is my last thread preventing me from falling. A linger of hope remains. Who knows if I'll fly ? I let loose. you're not here. But the ground is approching and I don't have wings. My lips, concrete. apocalypse...