i wrote this over a lunch hour, hope it isnt too fractured in itself. sharing for anyone that knows all that it means.
The labyrinths of the mind
are treacherous avenues
a step in one direction
will be rendered into two
and the pretty lights ahead
on the path that i prefer
obscure the wreckage waiting
just around that other curve
Lights and colored sounds
paint illusions on the way
as the silent-running demon
pulls me harder in its sway
The cliff is deep and vertical
that earthquake fractured ground
where the black hole at the bottom
unrelenting pulls me down
screaming in the fall
there is nothing left to hold
and the bright lights of the mind
crash head first into the soul