Flurries of snow, tumbling
The swirling, flashing lights
Surface, gasping
Driven from the heights.
Hard-core headrush, hurts
G-Force crushing down.
Evil, smiling
The face of the twisted clown.
Perception begins to fade,
Images enveloped in a glass sphere.
Torture, death
And never ending fear.
Lungs fill with water
And life starts to drown.
Reality bites,
And he starts to come down.
The Shadow Walker
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
