A/N: I wrote this while in a dark place. I don't know why this came to mind, but feedback would be most appreciated.

Something Higher

Every moment I exist...

I fight my own desires.

Lost to the abyss...

Forged by melancholy fires.

Why do I resist?

Hanging on a wire...

I could slice my wrist

To make me something higher.

A/N: I don't write poetry often, so tell me how it was.