I stood at the edge of the chasm
Andy soul shook with spasm
The air was ****** from me
And with my own strength a fiend broke free
From the chasm it rose
And in the silence of my mind it carved it's prose
I felt the hollowness of fear
The beast drew near
It ****** the breath from my throat
So with my hand, in the air I wrote
"By what name do they call you?"
And with my own breath the beast responded
"Meaningless"