I am always jumping off of a cliff.
I like the feeling of falling down there
but what lies below has often been stiff,
With edges sharper than an evil stare.

Sometimes I land on a pile of rocks.
Sometimes it can be blades in full.
But it all fits in the same box
and leaves me with men who are just plain dull.

This time I thought I’d fallen to my death
just like it had been all the times before.
However, as I leapt and took my final breath,
I was met with something that was not filled with gore.

It was a pillow just below a tree,
one that you had placed there to rescue me.