From the Edge of Doom. From the edge of doom I stand. Flames lick and caress my face I can taste its essence As my face drips with its lingering scent. Just one more step into a black void of nothingness welcoming me home. To step over I must get by the jagged edge of my conscience that rebels reminding me of my commitments. But how do I escape this pain of loss? I do not know I cannot tell. I look behind nothing. I look ahead also nothing. But maybe this nothingness ahead will give me rest. Take away the pain, maybe? "whether you go or stay it does not matter it's all the same - " I must shake it lose this beast that tries to devour me telling me to move forward over the edge. Maybe there is still hope whatever that is. Like Lot's wife I am rooted but I have looked back - again. I cannot bend my knees so I stand and pray - relieve! As the flames mesmerize and thrill I consider embracing the madness. Should I give in? "Who must I kill to find redemption?" No one comes, no one answers. So I stand - until I am pulled over by the flames or drawn away by saving grace.