Depth

My foot dangled over the edge of the cliff I stood upon. My other wasa keeping me safe, but my mind was wandering, wondering. As I stared at the abyss below I could see shapes, forms, moving within the black sea, beckoning me to join their entourage. I could hear their whispers, their truths of reality:
Alone. Unfixable. Deceitful. Monster.
They painted pictures within the Abyssal Sea, a shadow play of sorts. They showed me couples surrounding me, smiling, happy with their significant other. They showed me standing there, alone.
They showed me older, in a room to myself, strapped to a gurney, rambling incessantly as drugs were administered.
They showed me hiding inside a bathroom, taking care not to make noise as I sawed at my throat and wrists over a sink. Washing the blood from the sink I would stumble.
Broken. Idiotic. Immature. Childish.
I breathed in heavily as I instead looked up to the sky now, only to see it was rapidly becoming dusk. Lights were popping with life around me in the distance. I could almost see the families making dinner, sharing laughter amongst each other. Could almost see the joy resonating off each bulb of light.
I looked down once more at the writhing mass that oozed before me, with one of my feet hovering over it. The Abyssal Mass formed a set of hands out of each other, as if to insinuate that it would catch me. I was not foolish enough to expect it to. I closed my eyes and remembered the images it had painted for me, the little truths that I could find no falsehood in.

I painted my own picture. I saw my chest being dipped in ice, freezing instantaneously. I saw my limbs thrown to a pack of wild animals. I saw my cranium being beat upon by a sledgehammer, pounded into an image similar to ground beef, by an unrecognizable hand.
Feeling a cold wind surge throughout my very skeletal structure, I took in one more deep breath, and finally began to fall.

Althought He was surrounded by lights, none could show him back to the Path.