Stairs Poem by Wamii Flyer

Circular, complicated, and dark
It's just like a human heart
It won't stop beating
Tell me, why won't it stop?

Either leads to turmoil or sanity
These infinitely stacked terrors
They're going to end this finite life of yours
Your mere existence

Take a leap of faith
If you're lucky, you'll live
Or, you'll see its wrath
Your fate peeks behind this door of five

Like a gun loaded with four bullets
Only one will rid of this curse
With no room to even think
You grab onto the first thing in your sight

As the knob slowly turns, adrenaline reaches its peak
Your celestial body opens its third eye
Your terrestrial body reaches absolute zero
Still blinded, the smell of grapes pierces through your soul

Regaining conscience, you look around
Surrounded by this grape haven
Stands your disfigured body
Along with this divine silhouette

Such feminine masculinity combined with long hair
This breathtaking form hid under a robe
Holding a glass of liquor
Under the blazing, selenite sun

A wreath of ivy leaves placed so gently on his skull
His second life radiates hope
After finishing his tannic wine, he stands up
Raises both arms, revealing severe necrosed forearms

Half the vineyard dies while the other side remains undamaged
So calm and collective yet filled with rage and vengeance
His dual-personality cannot be challenged
Such is the way of Dionysus

Assertive eye contact sends chills down your spine
Distant whispers are heard, but his mouth stays completely still
Realizing somethings off, you prepare for compact
Time begins to spill...

The world crumbles beneath your feet
His ancient figure departs
Landing face-first into the freshly made ground that emits a hellish heat
It seems you fell a bit too deep, reaching the core

Brushing off yourself, you begin to walk this endless road
With each step becoming more agonizing
The skin under your feet gets fused into the ground, creating a mushy mess
Every way out of this nucleus is burnt out

Except for one, of course
Still standing amid a dense atmosphere
Circular, complicated, and dark stairs
But how'd we end up at the start?
Was this all a strategic mind maze?

''Dave, please wake up. You've been stuck in this liminal space hell for 16 years. Your family is worried sick about you.'