In the shadows of the morning light,
A bowl of darkness, a twisted bite,
Cheerio rings in a milkless sea,
Spiraling chaos, consuming me.
In each little loop, a siren's call,
Luring me deeper, I start to fall.
Cheerios, in the dark they sing,
Rings of fate, they pull at my strings,
Innocent faces, masked with despair,
In the crunch of silence, I feel their glare.
Crunching echoes in a haunted place,
Green boxes smiling, masking my haste,
Crimson stains on a porcelain edge,
Pouring my soul in a cereal pledge.
In the depths of despair, I drown and tread,
Cheerios whisper, the bowl must be fed.
Cheerios, in the dark they sing,
Rings of fate, they pull at my strings,
Innocent faces, masked with despair,
In the crunch of silence, I feel their glare.
A final spoonful, whispers in my mind,
In this dark feast, there's no way to unwind.
