Down cobbled rocks formed
From an abrasive past,
Footsteps gently graced upon these
Pebbles likened to smooth skin
Counting to the investable finish,
As everything starts  
As everything culminates in a end.

But like a inquisitive child
You stepped on those stones
As darkness guided you further,
the light became an illusion,
Like a star behind you never fading
Just distant  memoires.

And yet you still stepped slower
Guided by the smoothness of
The steps beckoning you.
But then the waters that one reseeded
Feathered upon the shore.

But you stepped further to
Oblivions calling, each footprint
Was your movement undecided,
And the waves played happily
Unpon the crest and it washed upon
Every one rippling joyfully
As each was consumed
And then you realized to late.

Your path was an illusion of
Darkness, and it swallowed
What was solid, obscurity consumed
All that was, time was stolen.
In those moments as a clock
Froze and death greeted
And there were steps no more
Just cold onyx  as I sank to the
Bottom of this silent oblivion.