Closer To the Edge

Closer To The Edge As I look across to the other side I know I'm getting closer to the edge. I'm alone here. The smoke in the air is black with a faint smell of my blood. When a day goes by. When a week goes by I inch myself closer to the edge. Closer to my demise. Closer to my death. Rocks fall as I lean over. Open my arms and it's a free fall down to my haven. I see him running and screaming not to let go. Just as he grabs for then hem of my shirt I let go. Smiling I fall. Letting the wind whip through my body and tear it shreds. The closet I got to the edge the more he pleaded. In the end darkness won. The darkness inside of you will always win in the end so don't try to fight it.