No sense of direction when you're walking in a circle. (poem)

That sinking feeling,

as the world shatters around you,

the floor drops out,

leaving an everlasting silence,

that echoes back as you call for help.

The demons taunt you,

flashing their teeth in grins,

the smiles that aim to kill.

Can you see their eyes,

in the shadow of her lies?

Twisted imagination that

creates visions out of foolery,

brings you to a forked road,

but which path to choose?

With satan sitting in every corner,

do you choose the devilish drive,

the sinful streets,

haunted hallways leading to a corrupted circle?

The reflections in the truth scare you,

don't let guile blind you.