I stand on the brink of a fall,
staring into a black abyss,
I shouldn't be standing here at all,
I wasn't meant to endure this.
My back is turned but I can feel,
a cold draft creeping up my spine,
I hear its call, trying to steal,
My life and everything that's mine.
Can I force myself to walk away,
from the pit that so sweetly calls?
I could be resigned to decay,
it would be so easy to fall.