Cliff The labyrinths of the mind So treacherous avenues A step in one direction can be rendered into two and the pretty lights ahead on the path that I prefer obscure the wreckage waiting just around that other curve Lights and colored sounds paint illusions on the way as the silent running demon pulls me harder in its sway The cliff is deep and vertical that earthquake fractured ground where the black hole at the bottom unrelenting pulls me down screaming in the fall there is nothing left to hold and the bright lights of the mind crash head first into the soul.
