I can feel the eyes on me.
This bridge is beyond repair.
I can’t help but walk along this path,
The emerald moss is calling me.
Something glints beyond the cliffs
And I can’t help but follow.
I feel shadows part around me
The mist creeping in,
I’m pretending not to notice.
The sound of nothingness below me,
Above me and everywhere else.
It’s an eerie kind of silence.
A dangerous kind of silence.
A hand finds my own
From out of the empty.
Cold as ice
But I don’t mind,
It’s a pretty kind of pain.
So I grip it tight,
Let it pull me forward,
Let it guide the way.
I feel the cloak of darkness close behind me
But I don’t care to turn around.
I have to embrace the emptiness,
Let it consume me
And then let it all go.