No Promises to Keep

I turned into Sisyphus,
Bouldering with boulders for an eternity;
I turned into tornadoes,
My violent circles maiming my longevity.

I heard whispers of forever,
Angelic utterances drowning me whole;
I heard someone break the spell,
Now forever hisses at my tortured soul.

There I was in a petal garden,
Inhaling fumes, of a flower corpse rotten;
There I dangled, on the edge of maroon waters,
Thorny grass, now felt like cotton.

Dipped into my gold coloured greed,
Specs of tarnish were left unseen.
Possessed by a high pitched laugh,
Drugged was I by the tuning fork's melodic charm.

Turning every corner, I slipped into quicksands,
Mud-choked I stood, the stillness taking my hand.

Stopping by the woods for the miles now increase,
No promises to keep so I fall into a deep sleep.