In the suffocating grip of a night without end,
I stand on the precipice, where shadows descend.
The abyss below whispers secrets of dread,
A chilling invitation to join the dead.
Every heartbeat is thunder, a drum of despair,
Rage festers within me, a poison laid bare.
Trapped in this torment, I claw at my mind,
Where hope is a phantom that's cruelly maligned.
Visions of anguish invade every thought,
Each scar on my body a battle I fought.
I yearn for release from this prison of pain,
But the chains of existence bind tighter again.
The weight of my sorrow is crushing and cold,
A darkness that wraps me in tendrils so bold.
I teeter on madness, a puppet on strings,
Yearning for silence while chaos still sings.
What's left in my wake? Just ashes and screams,
A life filled with nightmares that shatter my dreams.
The depths call to me with promises sweet,
Yet I know they conceal only bitter defeat.
Rage erupts like a volcano; it scorches my soul,
Fear coils around me; it takes its toll.
Despair is my shadow; it clings like a vice,
In this endless abyss, I pay the price.
So here I linger at the edge of the void,
Life's cruel hand has left me destroyed.
And as the darkness envelops my fate,
I realize there's no escape from this hate.
