The Abyss

They were so red,
Bruisen black below.
A walking Sleeper drifted as if upon sand,
Keeping the slow pace due to the endurance,
It was as if the sweat was enhancing the treading gravity

Or so it seemed.

There was a hole in the sky,
Where the horizon had held it,
Yet walking the straight line would never bring it closer.
With eyes closed and walking towards the direction without worry,
Traveling off course would be an obvious hazard

Or so it seemed.

Come willingly,
Or run away,
It doesn't matter.
There is no effort in this,
There is no wrong in this.

You will not take amazement from this hole in the sky,
Nor will you revel for what may lie inside.
Chase it if you wish to wait a little longer,
or let your muscles and bones rest in a night of slumber.

The past will catch up to you either way,
The world spins faster than your eyes could follow.
Walk into and everything behind you,
or seek the abyss and run away
and let it catch up to kill you,
Another day.