They refer to it as the call of the void.
It is the feeling that slips in while standing at the edge of a cliff, or driving a car. There goes the mind that wonders, what if this body stumbles over a loose root, what happens if the foot brake is faulty in its functioning. What if one day, standing by the tarmac pavement, there is a crazed vehicle steering dangerous and there is no want to move aside.
There is no desire to let go of life itself, yet the hand is not clutched tight to save it as well. The emptiness that the darkness of nothing tries to fill. Continue running, this mind.
What if the glass walkway shatters at the act of the maniac. How long will one fall?
Hold a knife innocent chopping the onions, when it could be elsewhere far more sinister.
So many ways to go, but only one determines the end.
Everyone bleeds in red.