I can see shadows in the sparks of light,
I come out from the blanket of darkness,
That holds me tight.
The town is deserted,
And As I walk the streets and the halls,
I feel as if I'm up in the clouds.
I'm so numb,
That I can not tell,
Anybody is there.
I continue to walk,
Though numb as can be,
And soon a heavy mist invades onto me.
The misty fog thickens,
And starts to grasp at my legs,
It becomes so hard to see.
I come upon a fork in the road,
It's a symbol of my life.
The clogging mist fogs my judgment,
And I cannot think.
And then I see a hovering cloud,
As if a transparent soul,
They whisper and yell,
Arguing for where I should go.
Several more appear,
But these are full,
They have a brightness about them,
And but also argue where I should go.
Some are telling me to go to the right,
But the others say no.
The one to the left is a dark winding road,
And the right path has a glow.
The transparent souls scream in my ear,
Something is drawing me left.
And my feet start to move,
Possibly out of fear,
And then the hovering souls,
Withered away with what I thought was a laugh.
Immediately I am plunged,
Into a black endless hole,
And the Fog is so thick,
I can hardly move.
Something crunches beneath my feet,
And I become so Scared,
I begin to run,
And I don't know where I'm going.
Then a glimmering object,
Brings me to a stop,
It is a mirror.
I walk up to it,
And see my reflection,
The person I've become is so depressing,
I reach out to touch,
As if in a dream,
And before my finger tips brushed the glass,
It shattered into a million pieces.
I'm running so fast,
Yelling so loud,
Can't anybody hear me?
I'm reaching out,
Won't somebody help me?
I feel as if my chest,
Is being compressed,
And I cannot breathe,
Then I fall, and I keep falling.
Until a hand reaches out and pulls me up.
I can't see the person,
Because the light is so bright,
They lead me back to the bright, glowing path,
And from then on I never looked back.
