The Black

I'm on the edge
I'm on the brink
No time for guessing
No time to think
All is gone
Yet all is here
But at the edge
The cold grows near
I have no courage
I have no fear
The black is beckoning
Whispering in my ear
I hold my breath
And take a step
Back towards the light
Because once you cross
The edge into the black
You cannot take
A single step

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