Standing at the edge of the world,

looking down below,

feeling the earth tremble beneath my feet.

I realize its my hands,

my body betraying me.

Long have I stood here waiting.

The wind whips up,

running along my skin,

pulling hair back from my face.

The ghostly visage of a skeleton,

deep sunken eyes,

that look and don't see.

The place where my heart was aches,

long gone were the feelings that I held there,

no longer will it beat.

Gone are the shadows,

no longer in the recesses of my mind,

eating away all sanity.

New shadows replaced them,

ones that ate at your heart,

drove you to unimaginable pain.

So here I stand,

at the edge of the world,

staring down.

Body trembling.

Fear overwhelming.

Heart aching.