On the edge of glory
Maybe my atonement is death,
I will not seek resurrection but neither shall I drown
Hope fades with each breath,
But my head still craves the crown.
Deep are my ambitions,writhing, scalding they burn,
As I edge towards the end, each step freeing, liberation
Dowse them in the waters loud, I learn
If I jump, if I let go, farther I shall reach, my expiation.
The abyss stares into me, my darkness mirrored,
I see no light, no flashes of life lived and wasted
The echo of the night pounds in my head, severed
I free my arms, the albatross, and for a moment the gasp lasted.
An epiphany sears through my head, slices through the eternal exhaustion,
If I am consumed by the Acheron, the void inside is fed,
But how shall the void I leave behind be filled without me?