Spiral
Follow me down. Push dirt, in filth and reverence. Follow me down. Watch as I post poison on
the walls for penance. Can you see my face? Cheeks burning red in the dark. My whisper
echoes and i leave my downward mark. Farther we go. Till we start to see dreams. They
mean nothing but are dazzling in their low light streams. I think im sik, and it moves
through me in waves and smiles. We make eye contact, my fever catches and we decend for
miles. Here we go. This is the massive break. Sever the lie of brisk morality and
questionable faith. The spiral moves itself in and out. It breaths and I lean against its pulse.
Its coming closer, I begin to move to the music in my head. I catch sight of your face, as i spin and bend. Your tears say enough, you hold your knees as they shed. Its all or nothing now.
You follow me down, and to the spiral we are wed.
Maybe im over dramatic. Maybe the line curves in both directions. I change pace easily, my road often splits and sections geuinly. Guess its easier to indulge in own self than risk open faith with sincere positivity.
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