The Darkness

I stand on the edge of the abyss,
and stare into its blackness.
There's no way back for me,
I can't see my way home.

All that is left is the emptiness of knowing,
this is it, this is the only way to go.
How things got so messed up I don't recall,
I'm only aware of this moment.

Out of the endless darkness calls a voice,
an acerbic voice of aeons past.
The soothing voice puts me at ease,
makes me feel safe, makes me feel warm.

"Come into the darkness,
there's no pain here, no suffering.
Come, rest now.
Be at peace".

A small doubt lingers in my mind,
I take a look behind me once more.
But there's nothing there, no way out for me,
nothing but this.

The melodic voice seeps into my mind,
"Only pain exists behind you now,
come with me and you'll never feel pain again,
you'll never be alone".

A tear trickles down my face,
my arm becomes a firey chaos of pain.
It spreads rapidly to engulf my whole body
until I am too numb to feel.

The darkness embraces me like a long lost friend,
My life slowly drips out of me.
This is it, this is the end,
finally I will hurt no more.

I suddenly feel weightless,
I am drifting down into the abyss.
All the while the soothing voice reassures me,
comforts me, understands me.

An anguished voice tears the harmony,
faint and disembodied, I can barely hear it.
What's it saying? I strain to listen,
but the soothing voice talks louder.

"Don't listen, don't go back.
It's a trick, nothing but pain lives there now".
I try to block out the other voice
but it sounds familiar somehow.

I have to listen, I must hear it.
"Please come back to me, don't leave me"
The voice is crying in anguish and I stop.
What is this?

Then like a crack of thunder
the sorrowful voice utters 3 words,
words that disintigrate the blackness
"I Love You"

It's quiet and dark, yet so very bright.
My pain is gone,
yet there it is still inside of me,
but it doesn't hurt now.

The air is sterile and reeks of cleanliness.
I listen, no voices.
Only a steady beep
that echos the beating of my heart.

My mind begins to go blank,
too exhausted and weak to think.
The last thought running through my head,
"It wasn't my time".