we've each taken a swig from the now empty bottle and are standing at the edge of the cliff all ready to jump ship. the waves are crashing below and the jagged rocks egg us on - shouting cat calls from down below. we have our orders: do NOT resuscitate. we didn't want this life and we don't need your sympathy. they say our days are numbered but the numbers seem to go too high. shouldn't time be running out a little faster when we're all just waiting to die?