When we stumble to the edge and trip over time, we're looking down into an empty abyss. With darkness staring us in the face and our spine cringing to the bitter feel of the cold breeze, our hands bleed of the tight grip we have on the sharp rocks and our ears ring of nothing. Above us, the dark cloud hovers waiting to strike and our wind stirs and boils, and in confiding in the darkness, we stare...anticipating what is to come. Though the fear striking witin is strong, the darkness overwhelms it and takes the rain. And we still lay there...staring into the cold and shattered mirror