This is very angsty. I do not own any characters that you associate with this poem.

The Edge of Darkness

Staring, silent,

Left alone, alone,

Standing on the edge

Of a black hole

About to swallow me whole.

It screams, it shatters

At me, standing alone

On the edge of darkness,

Surrounded by black walls

With a cotton lining.

A brass handle

Brings me to life

Alone as I stand

On the edge of darkness.