[Words: John Brenner]



I stand on the edge of darkness, small and insignificant

Balanced between compromise and conviction

The abyss sweetly calls my name



I stare at this empty page, reflecting my future

Unable to express my inner trepidations

In hollow meaningless empty words



Who stands between me and self control

How small the straw that is the last

How thin the walls which seal my mind

How close the final episode of apathy