I’m standing on the edge of the precipice

Staring into the abyss

Waiting to fall

Wanting to fall

To plunge into the darkness of eternal slumber

To get some respite from this incessant noise in my head.

The whooshing of the wind buffets me

Whispering taunts envelop me

Cries of anguish

My voice goes unheard

Unspoken

Swallowed up by the void.

I’m standing on the ledge

Inches from the edge

Too scared to look down

Intrigued all the same

What lies beneath?

Hidden in the shadows

How dark can dark become?

In the darkest recesses of the mind.

I am walking the edge of oblivion

Treading the fine line between adventure and misadventure

Fear and adrenalin pulsing in my blood.

I’m too far gone now, to turn back

Too committed

Too involved

Too invested

In this game of Russian Roulette

Spinning round and round

Between fun and torment.

One false move

One false step

And I’ll forever be true to you,

My love.

My obsession

My downfall

My ruin.

I fall in

From the rim

Drink up

Drain the dregs of my cup

I mistakenly believe I’ll find the answers down there

In the bottomless pit of emptiness

In the unfathomable depths

Of my depravity

In the hollow that grows and grows, and fills

The abysmal void inside.