I am not here.

I'm veering into an abyss.
Gazing down, I find comfort
In its never-ending silent darkness.
Walking along the ledge, I think.
I contemplate on what is and what could be.
My steps falter.
The Future lies somewhere covered in a shroud,
And I can feel numerous cold eyes
Locked on me, observing. Judging.
I stand exposed. I look down the edge.
Comforting darkness. Sweet Silence.
I can feel them gaining on me.
Suddenly, my head feels light, the lights flicker.
Giddy, I trip.

~Noir