Riddles

Sitting around for eternity waiting for something to start. Spark the moonless night and shine down on the path that I take. Trudging blindly through the dark, wondering about the nothingness that surrounds me. The air is thin, and whispers ride on a howling wind. Screams of fear and tears shed over the years are a big stain on my heart. Stone cold and a grave dug so deep, I don’t know where to start. My heart’s been torn in two and a message has been sent to the others. The end of my path is near and a fork now takes its place. One giving life, living on to the nothingness that I know. The other stops, dropping me to an abyss unknown. Should I carry on and figure out the riddle of my life? Or should I stop and fall just to never get up again?