Confusion turns to curiosity
Turns turn to hate.
Through all this animosity
My fear is innate.
Ravaging through twists,turns
My eyes begin welling.
The end is what I yearn
My dreams keep on telling.
Walls of time pass,
That will never disappear.
My heart beats fast,
Wanting to rid the fear.
I try to stop skipping,
Not an appropriate time.
The vines keep on nipping,
Insisting, "Let us rhyme."
My fingers turn cold
While I stumble down.
This scene seems so old,
Immediately I begin to frown.
Have I reached the beginning,
of the finale of imagination?
My vision is thinning,
My reality is winning,
On the verge of separation.
Frustration takes its course,
time and time again.
I feel no more remorse,
The Labyrinth ensues again.