I felt it
creeping through my fog
white and shining
treading the light
kicking away the gray
nipping at my toes
but I couldn't stop the black
from tickling its fingers
up my spine
funny, how such
simple words
can turn this lovely white mist
into a deep
black
hole.
and now
I'm walking on ink
staining not only
my heels
but my worn out
heart
how could I believe
that something could really
go perfectly?
I was treading the light
but now I'm drowning
in darkness.