At the precipice of truth

by The Drifting Bard


Prologue


PROLOGUE


I was never really good at long goodbyes, but I suppose it’s a start…
There are some things which I still don’t understand, like how one life can be snuffed out in an instant. When she died… I went a bit…. Off the deep end? Nobody could really help me after that. I was so angry, but that was only one part of the equation. the other parts were my spiralling depression, and suicidal tendancies. I have tried everything to end the nightmare that was my existance. It was at that final moment, I heard a voice, a voice so clear and so faint, the sound of singing. as I sat there screaming in the middle of nowhere, I finally had come to terms with an empty life. My mind was singing.

hey old man, rest you’re head
you’re breaking down inside,
Armours cracked, set to collapse
Damn you don’t you cry

The silent screams in my head were getting worse. My time was running out..
Somewhere, all my darkest fears are gathering. I cant escape my nightmares.
My dreams have shown me what I am, a danger to myself…
And to those around me…

I stood at the edge of a cliff.










I leaned forward.