Maps of dread!
Pathways open ready to navigate,
crossways sweeping to a loss.
Should I resist the current,
turn escapist to the fluid?
Or should I see where it takes me,
what cascades ought to be seen up close?

So I chose to be swept.
Left or right? Left? Or right?
Waves! Waves and waves, they haste,
they lead me where I couldn't choose
which route to take.
I can no longer go backwards in my decision;
Im Lost! In this place, this very dark place...

I can no longer see:
thus my other senses I'll use to see—
and guide me throughout the dark...
the route I take will be seen by my taste.

I wander in the depths of where I ended,
feeling with my touch, and my steps paced,
attempting to grip a rocky wall:
I almost fall to a hard solid ground,
feeling scared and too cold as to freeze
away, maybe even break apart and lose myself,
ever changing to the cold and the dread.

My grip falters, yet panic does not arrive
because I knew since the start of my wander:
I am no one without my sight and knowledge/
so I lay down, awaiting death,
as no places I've tread reflect or predict myself
alone and with nothing to survive.

As a final goodbye, I lick my killer:
this salty— silted shore;
My final taste of this world:
it tastes so murky and gloomy,
yet as time goes on...

I love this sadness, how it engulfs
me in the end, encompassing my farewell;
now clarity enlightens me.
I remember not appreciating my loyal companion,
and never again if I only had the chance!
I'd reconcile with you, my lovely, neglected companion.