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
The pieces of dark which swirl
Up, up, up
To burn within me the flame of Indifference.