My fall

Once again I hear the whisper of poisonous murmurings in my mind
Conflicted and uncaring testing the walls that have been sculpted to contain memories that are best left to die.

Once again i hear the whispers First quiet and than feaverently increasing in urgency,
Unable to tell between rational thought and poisonous murmurings balanced on the edge of uncertainty I sway.

My inability to care of what will follow the consequences of cutting all ties to tomorrow,
Am I lost in life or am I lost in my mind unable to tell the difference
this is my ledge and this is where I stand.

What way will I fall?