The End.

Standing on the edge of reality and dreams,
Letting the world pass by, over me, around me, through me.
Sliding off like water, like rain, like tears.
Grazing my skin, then falling off, leaving me alone, in emptiness and silence.
Little drops, cast off into oblivion, splattered on the ground, impossible to recover.
No regret for their demise. No desire to go back.
I let everything go.
I will cry myself empty, until nothing is left.
I will sleep past doomsday. I will not rise with the dead.
Not until everything has passed completely away.
Not until I can open my eyes and stare into nothingness.
Pure, peaceful, nothingness.
Not until I can walk forever in void.
Pure, empty void.
Then, finally, I can leave reality behind completely.
I can fall over the edge.
With one final scream, one final burst of violence,
One final explosion of being,
I will cast myself down and let myself break.
I will lie there, so still and so alone,
Until I fade into the void that surrounds me.
Willingly, joyfully, I will become emptiness,
With silence as my voice,
Blankness as my face,
My body a hollow,
And a cavity my soul.
For eternity,
Such a blissful eternity!
I will dance in emptiness, alone with my dreams.