The Edge

“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are
the ones who have gone over.”




You keep telling me, I push you
Shouting that it’s driving too far
The Edge you see is the nightmare
The thing you’ve feared for so long
So turn your back on me
And I’ll turn my back on you
Because there was nothing to fear from me
You see you fell on your own too.



Acidic daggers that pierce even stout hearts
Do outward flow from an epicenter
The edifice of symbolic sanity that stands,
Before all with such command that-
Upon ashen hearth do the foundations fall.
Ghosted terrors fleet about the world,
And in air thence does it next take.

What reflects from these beams entwined,
Dark Light shimmering beneath the starlight,
So to pulsing it begins,
Would verity suggest this thing truly?
Might even the mightiest fall from unexpected claims.

As the hands grasp upon me, I must admit-
Sanity dictates the answer must always be- “Yes”.

As the Void embraces me finally,
I know now what always loomed,
And feel only now as I fall-
Consumed utterly by and lastly over . . .
The Edge.



Timestamp: June 7, 2008 (11 past midnight)