Whirlpool

Gaze not you deep into my eyes,
For in those wells a whirlpool lurks.
Its frothing foaming blackness grows,
As painfully, my mind it chokes.

And should you in your horror stumble,
And into my dark vortex dive,
Your sanity will rot and wither,
As shall you will to stay alive.

For once enough you’ve spun and suffered,
You’ll reach my whirlpool’s central gape,
And realize that slowly drowning,
Is now, and always was, our fate.