I stand upon a precipice,
and, unable to see the bottom,
I wonder long and carefully
of whether or not
to leap.
Ironic as it may be,
I do not fear the fall,
but find instead, terror,
at my very lack of fear.
Self preservation has fled my
mind,
leaving behind a morbid curiosity
I cannot define.
Metaphorically speaking,
I am the chasm.
Vast, empty, and unknown,
and you are a ladder,
that cannot reach
the bottom.