Lost in a spiral,
Twisting and turning.
Becoming undone by the roses.

The thorns *****,
Bleeding through the cracks.
Of the trees.

Lost in the spiral,
Waves crashing down.
Bringing me unto.
The Unknown.

One way to survive,
Is to thrive in the darkness.
Becoming one with myself.
And the beast that rests.

Now upon a screeching spiral,
A banshee releases her fury.
Rattling all bones and marrow within.
She who is evil,
Who is hurt.
Who is lost...

Now upon the spiral,
The Unknown terror.