Twisting* and Turning
Until nothing
Nothing
Is left
Till nothing
Is left alive
In a corrupted world
In a place filled with pain

Sliding and Churning
In a circle
Filling the mind
With disease
And ill conceptions
Until sanity is only myth
And lore told of Old

Darkness
Slipping and Sliding
In a haze of hatred
In a haze of death


Light
Flowing and swaying
In a fog of misconception
In a fog of swirling life


They push
They pull
Breaking and Bending
Until naught is left


They mend
They forgive
And the Circle of In and Yo
Continue once again

Dark
Disturbing
Twisted in all its glory
Broken
Cracked
Tortured to submission
Drowning
Dying
Lost in memories
Blending
Blurring
Days come together
Waiting
Stirring
The door opens again
Tears
Crying
Another onslaught begins
Pain
Blood
Stabbed in the back
Dark
Disturbing*
I trust again