This funnel has swallowed the structures of my mind
It spirals downward into the reaches of oblivion
Though I claw and scratch, my fate is sealed
I am a product of that insidious place called insanity
But wait! Hope does call from beyond
Her voice carries further than a distant storm's bellow
Crash! She wails her promise of restored soundness
Depite my attempts against the greased pole
She speaks with such assurance
The darkness around me begins to lessen
I'm drawn from my prison, upward I ascend--transcendent of the downward pull
In wonder I stand, watching the funnel unfurl
Its grip is no more
My eyes suddenly alight
For I have seen the truth
And that truth has become my heart's inferno

positive direction, nice