She woke me up "this seems like an odd place to fall asleep..."

After bathing in bright-sunlight, my lips and legs resembling a tomato..

Get it out, pop the bottle; drain the juice

I struggled to cry, my breathing was quick, hasty.. trying to grab something. Trying to take hold of control and chaos.
Almost felt like giving birth to the devil.
He talked to me, urged me to do it.

Every place I go is the same, every time I go, it never changes.
Think the same, do the same.. maybe, I won't be the same?

I will be alright after the storm, even though I don't know... I know.
Storms are scary, especially the big ones.

"It's like a whirlwind inside of my head"

And that's the problem, standing at the cliff face, I will die if I jump, but I won't, and I know that, so I can't jump.
Makes no sense, but that's it.

It's a long way to fall, kilometers down; as I fall everything will be left behind.
And I will survive. The fall will never end, I just want to keep falling.
realising, relaxing..
I won't hit the ground.

Help me fall, I can't seem to push myself.