Before me lies an empty void,
An abyss wrought of nothingness.
I cannot see it’s depth,
But I dare not back away.

A crimson stain  gathers
Underneath where I stand.
Flowing like a dying stream,
As it drains towards the ocean.

I am alone with my companions,
None would dare to follow,
To this dark and desolate place
That I am well acquainted with.

Grief accompanied me most of the way,
Holding my hand with a searing burn
As she showed me the one path
That I had not yet trodden.

I turned behind
To see what I shall leave.
Only pain stands by me,
Agony by her side.

I shall not miss that pair.
They cannot follow me now,
But their talons will soon find another;
No bitterness do I harbor them.

Wisdom frowns at me from afar,
But I have done her no ill turn.
Therefore she lets me go,
At Compassion’s darkest bidding.

Time passes with a fleeting glance,
Offering me all she could;
The possibility of hope.
I slowly shake my head.

Tis a bitter parting,
For she had healed my wounds
And knit my bleeding soul,
With her quiet sprit.

My gratutude is due her,
To the unchanging change,
To whom I owe so much,
And have not paid a price too dear.

No truer friend could I have had,
Towards her, I bring the faintest smile,
Bidding her farewell and peace.
Sorrow fills her starry eyes.

I cannot bear that sight,
So mine eyes sought the abyss
Taking comfort in knowing
The abyss could take that all away.

A silver droplet silently
Falling from a mossy eye.
I wait for the quiet splash,
But it never comes.

This price I cannot pay,
I cannot go, I cannot stay
Before me lies an empty void.
If only I could surrender to nothingness.