Edge of the Cliff

Edge of the Cliff

The hand that was not there broke my world
The voice with no mouth an echo of insanity
And the first step off a cliff I’d always chased
Edge over the black depths of silent whispers.
There is no road to take me back
I left no trail of crumbs to guide me
Empty is the sight, the fearful mind
Filled with visions carved from nightmare
Streaming from a mouth open to the sky it cannot see.
The whisper I heard in an empty room
Brought me to the place I sought
Surrounded by this new darkness
I stand with no thought of the lurking evil
For it hides in fear of me

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