Abyss

I stand upon the edge of Nothing.

Bit by bit, day by day, chipped away.

Little pieces of light swirling into oblivion;

I dim, I flicker

I do not step away.

Yawning is the monster

His breath is dank, his belly deep

I stand upon his lip

Why don't I step away?

Because I am Monster, too

Consuming

The pieces of dark which swirl

Up, up, up

To burn within me the flame of Indifference.