The Labyrinth
The silence echos inside the mind.
My skull combusts, and I am left blind.
The blood oozes from my ears.
The sky, the ground, the faces; nothing is what it appears.
A simple question is the cause of all this pain.
How do you escape from this labyrinth sane?
You only make it so far until you fall off the edge.
Just as the dead rose petals flow elegantly off the ledge.
When the moon pulls the tide to and fro,
The maze becomes a dazzling show.
Yet when dawn cracks the majestic blackness in half,
All happiness is gone: we don’t smile or laugh.
A silly little bird hops from tree to tree.
Then the panther lurks and lacerates the bird with glee.
Often in this webbing the screams are heard for miles.
Through rows and rows of mushrooms and green skirted aisles.
It’s referred to as a crossword puzzle, or even a jungle.
But how do you escape without too much bungle?
A man and woman fall in love in this chaotic maze.
Her body’s in a ditch, as his heart is set ablaze.
You can wander down the long spiraling paths for years.
And everyday your eyes will shed more and more tears.
Where is the end of this miserable place?
If I make it out first, do I win the race?
The silence hits my heart like a mighty blow.
I’m trudging through the jungle, over 20 feet of snow.
Spikes run through my ankles and through my bleeding wrists.
I now truly believe no such thing as happiness exists.
The question still lingers inside my head.
I live in this labyrinth called life, dangling from a thread.
How do you escape from this labyrinth sane?
The answer is: You don’t, you simply die in pain.
My skull combusts, and I am left blind.
The blood oozes from my ears.
The sky, the ground, the faces; nothing is what it appears.
A simple question is the cause of all this pain.
How do you escape from this labyrinth sane?
You only make it so far until you fall off the edge.
Just as the dead rose petals flow elegantly off the ledge.
When the moon pulls the tide to and fro,
The maze becomes a dazzling show.
Yet when dawn cracks the majestic blackness in half,
All happiness is gone: we don’t smile or laugh.
A silly little bird hops from tree to tree.
Then the panther lurks and lacerates the bird with glee.
Often in this webbing the screams are heard for miles.
Through rows and rows of mushrooms and green skirted aisles.
It’s referred to as a crossword puzzle, or even a jungle.
But how do you escape without too much bungle?
A man and woman fall in love in this chaotic maze.
Her body’s in a ditch, as his heart is set ablaze.
You can wander down the long spiraling paths for years.
And everyday your eyes will shed more and more tears.
Where is the end of this miserable place?
If I make it out first, do I win the race?
The silence hits my heart like a mighty blow.
I’m trudging through the jungle, over 20 feet of snow.
Spikes run through my ankles and through my bleeding wrists.
I now truly believe no such thing as happiness exists.
The question still lingers inside my head.
I live in this labyrinth called life, dangling from a thread.
How do you escape from this labyrinth sane?
The answer is: You don’t, you simply die in pain.