A Cold Night Close to the End.
Out of the darkness and into the fog.
Lost in a place bound not by time,
nor by reason.
You cannot walk this with me,
from here, I go alone.
Past the brink, there lie the shadows.
Memories? Or perhaps they were merely thoughts,
manifested into the outlines of something real.
The electric buzz of the drone I cannot unhear.
It comes from within me.
I am depleted of all I once was,
yet I continue to seek out this place.
I feed it day by day.
Perhaps someday I will truly leave,
unafraid of those lurking shadows.
Or else dissipate to droplets,
and become the fog itself.