Existence

Do you ever wonder what exists beyond the edge of the universe? 

After light comes the darkness then what next? 

Does the unfettered souls of the past roam there? 

Or is it the resting place of the monsters from our worst nightmares?

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be lost in that void

Existing but barely alive following rules of my own making 

I'd be the king of all the emptiness revelling in the silence and forgotten in the solitude 

Bound to nothing but my own will, time a forgotten illusion 

Listening to the voices in my head, carving out my name in the sun and hanging on the moon for fun

Dining with my demons at night and clinging to my angels at daybreak 

Never looking back to the past or into the future but firmly rooted in the present

I'd be truly free

Living but not really alive,suspended from reality existing in that plane between life and death

Teetering on the edge of good and evil like a soul who lost its way

Wading through the shadows as the light reflects the darkness, a creature of both a Saint and a devil 

I'd draw energy from the nothingness and destroy the memories from the past

Existing as a blank canvas stained black

Starting again the entire universe my oyster, it would be a great feat

And I'd revel in the power that comes with it  clearing out the shadows in my mind

Purging out the fear in my heart, no longer constrained by the laws of society 

An ignoble entity made entirely of choices good and bad for which there'd be no consequences 

How great will it be if I could really exist as a figment of my own imagination 

I'd wrap my loneliness around my shoulders and make it strength forfeiting the pain that permeates my every word and action.