A little something a little dark... |
Into the end As I stand atop this precipice, lonesome and cold Unto the remorseless darkness I stare Both near and far, there and yet not, it gazes back feeling it's intensity, it's tendrils of icy evil Am I stood upon the life's end, it's final edge Or have I already crossed into a place of many cliffs and depths A heart thunders in mortal chest, illusions of wanted life But breath does not come, held so as to see no air No wind projected from cold blue lips Death it seems claims all with the assassins stealth Arms raise sideways, an attempt to welcome him To embrace or perhaps throttle. Choke and tear, reciprocation of pain already felt Strange that no memory of times past appear Unfound within hollow echoing chambers of mind Without past or present, no sense of self Identity gone, without loss if not wanted Broken dreams, shattered, twisted and wasted Embrace the unknown, the gentle calling dark Stare again into the abyss, down into its belly A void never changing or ending A limb now moving without thought Hopeful of a stride into the embrace of simple gravity One more step so small with consequence so large Balanced, teetering on a ledge guarding ends To stop it so easy, opposing desires so strong 'Let it be' the voice says, a voice Well known ‘All will be as it should’ comes the pearly whisper A single caress where only claws inflict agony Scales of sense and madness seesaw in battle To which give the victory, the spoils, the prize Who's call does this lost intellect heed… |