Teetering on the brink.
I look over and behold blackness swirling beneath me
like the snapping jaws of some great monster
waiting
to catch me up and
drag
����me
��������down.
I have to wonder
Will the hurt end if I dare
step
����over
��������that
������������edge?
What would happen?
If I dared take such a step?
Would I lose myself to that wonderful oblivion,
or scream in torment for an eternity?
The doubt makes me step back.
Makes me turn away and face the light that shines from behind me.
I'd rather take my chances with the world.
One never knows what demons lurk within the confines of madness.