He asked once, how could she be so selfish?
He asked once, how could she not think of her children?
He asked once, how could she not be aware of the pain she is inflicting?
He asked, how could she do this to me?
I said, that's not how it is.
I said, there is no selfish, there are no others; no children... no you. There is only darkness.
I said, only darkness and pain.
I said, ask her. And she says:
I walk on the edge of an abyss.
But I am ignorant of it.
I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware.
I walk for a while, and everything is okay.
There's a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide.
The abyss always looms and I have to notice it.
It's always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind.
I trick myself sometimes into thinking it's not there.
I distract myself along the path.
But one little stumble, the smallest of stones, and I am falling into it.
To start with I can catch myself, and drag myself back up.
Always I fall a little further.
Until one day I fall in completely.
I hit the depths and my body shatters.
The pain renders me incapable.
The darkness and fog cloud all vision and dream.
And I run, on and on and on.
I seek desperate escape; clawing, crying, dying, but never ending.
The darkness only envelops me further, cradling me in its shackles.
Then it dawns, the slightest ray of chilling hope, for there is only one escape that I can see.
And escape I must.