Losing the Luster of Life

Ink

Terror holds the reins,

Chaos is a roaring lion,

Disturbance spreads like black ink that stains,

Fear within us is immortal,

It opens it black jaws, luring us in with baited breath,

Stupidly we go and are swallowed as if through a portal,

The darkness closes in, when Fear's jaws snap shut,

Everyone freezes, the panic rising like the tide,

Heartbeats thud becoming a steady din,

Fear creeps into the heart and all order is gone.