Standing at the edge of a precipice I cast my gaze down towards the abyss When did I climb out? When did I make it this far? How much further must I go? I cast my eyes towards the sky, the light shines whiter than snow Chains on my ankles attempt to pull me back down into the dark. If I don't break them, this climb will tear me apart. Maybe that's okay though, maybe it's what I need After all, I'm already dead inside my heart.