The Spiral Of Withering

Withering took over existing,
Conscious within transparent walls,
A place so monolithic - bleak cold,
Leaving madness at arm's reach.
Visions from surface - mocking me with voices,
Watching in ecstasy as I fall..
As I fall in to a realm of the never ending,
A realm I have discovered in the agony of my years,
A realm that is waiting - forever waiting for me,
With every dead end, with every burst of colour,
It's there to welcome me in to its fraudulent yet unceasing
grasp.
Arms flailing and voices shrieking with delight,
I am in this place to entertain your clean mind,
The light is not here, what is it I must reach?
Perpetual shadows with climaxes of comatose.

My domain is one existence can penetrate and corrupt.