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Into The Labyrinth
Into The Labyrinth
Sleepless nights
Disparity and doom.
A shadow prancing the walls
Along the contour his demons loom.
A walk through the eternity
Perhaps a sip of Golden dream,
The glass filled to its brim,
In a dimly lit room.
Turning his head he glanced halfway,
The nothingness filled his gaze,
The air stilled
Yet he swayed,
Following the tune,
That rung in the maze.
Coming to a standstill he asked the it
"Why is my fate
Entangled in this haze
Bound to repeat
In the cage of an endless daze?"
A gust of wind broke through the scene
And with it
Brought no answers to reveal.
He stood standstill
His soul fading
Into the incessant call
Of a rerun despite his will.
A sudden howl sounded through the night
His bloody hand grip
ped at the hedges
Refusing to surrender to the blight.
The whirlpool of time
Halted its churning
Returning him
To the world for which he had been yearning.
As his sight returned him back to life,
His memory was etched by what he had uttered in the bleakness of his strife.
"This maze of mine that I wove
So intricately and delicately
Its sinuous patterns
To the closed doors, I owe.
Now that it sucks me in everyday
This maze of mine
A fine striped bow.
Nothing would save me
For the world and all its love,
Yet I will myself to get out of this cacophony
For it is I who suffers
In despair over my woe,
I will it to stop
Because I want out of the horrific wonders I saw
They clawed at me
Coerced me to say yes
And I say
No"
