• My footsteps loud
    in the silence.
    I step down the
    crumbling stairs.

    Ghosts flit
    about the edges of my vision.
    I know where I am heading
    but I do not know why.

    The end awaits me
    at the end of this tunnel.
    Cold seeps into my limbs,
    I feel myself getting closer -
    Closer to the edge.

    Shadows deepen
    and a cold wind blows.
    All I have known
    fades in the dimming light.

    Minutes, hours, even days
    seem to pass as I walk.
    Time seems to slow.
    It is near.

    Haze covers the ground, and ahead,
    I see the ground suddenly end.
    The end is close, my thoughts say.
    But my feet still move, closer -
    Closer to the edge.

    My feet seem to move
    of their own accord.
    I try to step back,
    but I step closer.

    The edge beckons me.
    I have no choice
    but to continue.
    I walk on.

    My vision blurs -
    Tears fill my eyes.
    Just
    one
    more
    step...


    And then...



    black.