I stand on the brink of darkness,
all day I stare into its void,
and the black stares back at me,
the plain black, it entices me.

one step and I could belong to it,
I long to fall into it,
to succumb to the oppressor,
I wish to wander lonely and forever,
deeper into the comfort of oblivion.

I yearn for that day,
where I can walk the straight path
the straight path of numbness.

And yet! I cannot bring myself
to surrender to the emptiness
the golden light that touches me,
is too beautiful,
the world is too beautiful,
complex and beautiful.

And so I stand on the brink of darkness,
torn between the intricate mazes of light
and the cold, straight path of night.

the darkness- it waits patiently for me
it knows that there will come a day,
when the light will become too much for me,
when I will succumb to the darkness.