Emotions comsuming my insides and being crushed beneath the world full of pain,
Just a child learning the ropes on which will one day hold the weight of all my burdens,
The rope so tiny could unwind and send me falling into a deeper anxiety of pain and suffering,
But not one strand is left of my rope and the dark abyss awaits my return once again,
All around the darkness creeps fading lights where others are being pulled into safety even through all the fog,
A hand held out with great ambition catching mine grabs ahold of my wandering soul,
From the abyss rising to find many curiously wandering about for someone,
Who was it that took me out of the dark and saved me from the fate that was destined to be mine?
Fog roamed the vast and empty field that was once filled with many wanderers,
Finding a pair of eyes looking upon me comforted my weary heart from all interruptions,
Stupidity came from every ounce in my body wondering who would save a child like me,
Just a child that had no rope to hang onto from first breath now rescued from a deadly burden,
Who are you with your beautiful colorless eyes to save me?
From the dark your hand guided me and now your eyes tell me to come and rejoice,
The rope I was longing to grab hold of lingered infront of me this entire time,
Choices had to be made, go with you or with the rope that might hold me if my strength could hold long enough,
Or follow you and your colorless eyes to a world of peace and joy,
Could I be tricked into a place worse than before you pulled me out?
What comfort you gave me instead of the abyss which used to be an unending pit of darkness,
Following you would give me no greater pleasure and finding out what lies ahead, no matter what happens.