Stuck in Neutral

It's between me and the Cimmerian dark. When they say you look into the abyss, the abyss is looking back at you. How true that is. Now those blithe splinters of lights have bled away, those fever dreams and fool's hopes have fled and crumbled into diamond dust, all that remains is the waiting, lurking shadows. I'm afraid to succumb. So I say, darkness be my friend. If I truly am to fall. Until then, keep on dancing, grudging and gawky, to the carousel's jolly tune. In red-hot iron shoes.