The Labyrinths of the Soul

In the inextricable meanders of the soul,

The memory wanders with an imperfect step,

Hollow memories emerge from the arms of Morpheus,

And Eurydice Flying Cerberus at Orpheus.

In panic, flying across Erebus, tracking the infamous

The memory wanders with an imperfect step.

Horrible depths where the Styx sinks,

She arms herself with bravery, adorned with onyx

In Hell, reason and unreason are mixed together.

Wander through the maze of a perfect labyrinth.

Horrible depths where the Styx sinks,

Irrigate very coldly on a wet night,

The humble heart, once generous and shy,

Turns into this bubbling, insipid hell.

The jolts of the soul no longer have a fixed attachment.