Slowly, at first, the light will leave your eyes,
And you may be surprised to find the cold it leaves behind.
Next, let go of every dream, fancy, and whisy,
Everything will turn black and white, once the colors bleed away.
After impact, the sad fact you'll come to terms with next,
Is the devastating blow of being alone, with no place to call home.
Finally, a gentle pair of arms will crease around you;
Leading you back to the lands of virtue.
Don't fight it:
You may go the other way,
Down the wrong path,
Across the wrong avenue.