It started slow

The drip of desperation

A single tear sliding gently past my teeth

I was to caught up in what I wanted to believe

Tangled and trapped in my ability

To see what I was

And what I should be

It soon went fast

I’m out of control

Only a few more days

I seem to think

The days I make grey and dull

To dull the very sword

Of which I stand on each day

The blade I can only hope

Is facing the other way

In spirals like this I wish to say

“It’s easy to get lost

As if this isn’t a first time

Bounded to me with uncertainty

I keep it all to myself

lost trust of the world around me by losing myself

So in Spirals like these

As my body that isn’t mine

Twirls against the winds of time

I say

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld

One last time