|Tunnel through your face I stare
Inverting shadow as my scare
Will I come to an end when I begin?
To show the way my body going in
Illuminated pupil staring back
Demanding the desire that I lack
Helpless to this I might be
Perpetuating my lucidity
Sprites and monsters consume the place
In my mind and about my face
Tickling senses upon persuasion
Neurons spark at this invasion
Alluring actions of the light
Still my body tries to fight
Senseless struggle fore ensuing
As mysticism is my ruination.