“In The Vortex's Grip, A Tale Unfolds” ll

In the vortex's grip, a tale unfolds,
it holds Whispers echo in a dance, entwined,
A journey through the fractured mind.
In this maze, where shadows creep,
Dissociative souls in secrets keep.
Multiple whispers, Faces unseen, yet voices clear.

the vortex descends,
Into a void where reality bends.
Lost in layers of earthy hue,
A suspenseful horror, chilling and true.
A mind divided, a terror unseen,
In the depths of psyche, dark and serene.
Each turn a story, a fragment of thought,

Eyes wide open, yet vision is blurred,
In the whispers of selves,
A dance macabre, endlessly spun,
In the heart of life , many become one.
So tread softly on this eerie ground,
Where echoes of selves in circles are bound.
In the story's heart, fear takes its shape,
A portrait of horror, with no escape.