On The Brink (Or, A Quiet Little Madness)

There is nothing that fills us with mortal terror quite like the products of our own minds. (Inspired by John Milton's Paradise Lost and the lore of SCP-087.)

the stairs go on forever

or at least longer than i can reach;

their lights stretch in each direction

to meet a darkness that is total,

outer space without a star.

once i held a pen over the rail

and dropped it.

(i have yet to hear an echo.)

'where does it lead?'

only a spelunker could speak of that mad drop, or an

ascent to grand heights

untouched by all but imagination.

i sit here on my stair, and think awhile

pondering my voyage.

Reviews

[Quill]

indeed all terror, fears and pain are born in our minds, great write up

[John the Baptist]

Perhaps no fear is more profound than that of annihilation. But I believe that in the great void in our midst, there is nothing but peace.