I sit on the edge for a while,
Feet dangling over,
The darkness slowly wisping round my ankles,
Tendrils of black smoke,
Reaching up at me,
Dragging me towards the abyss,
No strength to pull me in
Yet still a tether to the murky depths.
My childlike curiosity draws me in,
I lean in further,
And gaze into the depths,
All that lies before me is an endless black sea,
So overwhelmed by the enormity.
I can feel the darkness eating away at me,
And that feeling,
That temptation rises,
Closely followed by fear fear,
Dread bubbles up from my stomach,
Bringing with it bile and further torment.
For I know what happens next,
And I know I can do nothing to stop it.
No longer willing to struggle,
I give in,
And as I drift over into weightlessness,
For a second,
I am happy,
For although I may have lost,
The struggle is finally over.