I can smell the rain...

I can smell the rain,
Fallling from the sky.
Reminding me of Nothingness,
Wishing me die.

It's killing me again,
Slowly from inside.
Tearing me apart,
Like the way you died.

I'm standing at the top,
Above the city's floor.
Just one simple hop,
Then it's over, no more.

The wind is brushing past,
Caressing my face.
As I fall at last,
Towards my only saving Grace.