Internal Blackness

Obscure and desolate my life balances upon a ledge,
But a nudge and ill lunge into internal blackness,
A quicksand that will forever pull me under,
To never see the light of day,
The light of day that some may call love,
And others never felt,
That which feeds your soul
And fills your heart with undescribable lust,
The light of day that slowly fades
And darkens and becomes,
But a whisper upon mines ears,
But a word rather than fealing,
I am no poet nor anything else
But a lost soul seeking refuge,
That is why I must plead your forgiveness,
Though ill never hear it,
That is why I must go,
For I have been nudged and start my descent,
My descent into Internal Blackness,
My descent into the unknown