At the Brink

I'm at the brink
my mind madness from all that I think
staring into shadows and the darkness lurking there
I call out for sanity but she doesn't care
She'd leave me torn, broken from battles fought
Unlikely to recover, frightened to move from this spot
Can you give me a drink at the very least
Or does the sight of my constant thirst leave you pleased?
Refreshing companion, my own sorrow
Perhaps there'll be restitution for this sadness tomorrow.
Hope is a four letter word, forbidden here
I'm poisoned with my memories, and captured by fear
Minutes seem like hours to the tortured soul
I know there's nothing left that can make me whole
The moment is here for my exit, the door is hidden in the black
but the urgency of this departure doesn't allow for slack
So I push forward arms ahead
Praying that what I'm about to do won't leave me dead
The light is blinding and burns through my being
Claiming the sanctity of my shadow, it runs fleeing.
The pleasant surroundings numb me to fright
I'm distanced from the pain when the reaper takes his bite
I check in the mirror to be sure of my existence
Eyes wide, teethy grin, the reflection is the same
But there's no soul within.
I've given in to conforming, of letting others rule
And now I'm reduced to the lifelessness, of being played the fool
...forever.