Down The Spiral

Eyes burned igniting a spark,
As winter night coated by a forever dark,
Moving one’s body ever so slightly,
As harsh end awaits ever so quietly.

The spark reaches the young wild heart,
Creating tensions befitting a work of art,
More so rippling through the quiet sea,
An unpredictable yet unsurprising scene.

Sounds of horror shrieks beneath,
As wind spiral, guiding the lead,
To let go of the unreachable, unforeseen,
Force by a price for an expected dream.

Down the path as forever goes,
Down the spiral into the forever known,
A fitted mask worn too long ago,
Slightly loosen as the show must go.

As dark fog continues to thicken,
Madness crawls within prediction,
As voices plead, begging forgiveness,
Blue flowers left as unlawful witness.

Shadows now replaced what was once,
A brightly gullible naïve little dunce,
As forever dark leads the way,
Turning a brightly colored world grey.