The mind is a labyrinth.
we question if
the exit is a myth
A legend, a lie
we can't prove it does exist.

The mind is a maze,
With thoughts lost
In heavy fog.
In this labyrinth, noise can't travel here
yet the silence quickly gets too loud
with sick dry mouths
our cries make no sound

The mind is a labyrinth,
With shifting walls and
forgotten memories
that try to whisper
There we walk  alone
with frostbitten Fingers
grazing frozen stone  

This labyrinth is cold
our jaws sit numb
our teeth no longer chatter
instead, they clench in pain
brought on by this violent maze

Day becomes night
Tears become ice
I ask
will I last
to see new light?

Day
night
we decay
dusk - dawn
we march on

alone we march to the beat of no hope
Until we hang in knotted rope.

A necklace of rope
is all it takes
to say goodbye
to This frozen rotting forsaken place.
finally, then we can speak

so to
You my lonely friend
you may too see the end
someday you might lose your breath
but don't cheat the mind with the force of death
keep searching
then come up and tell me

tell me all about the things you see
what you feel
who you were meant to be
tell me about all
that lurks beyond the walls

what does life look like
when you don't shiver from the cold
when there's heat from the sun glow
tell me what it is like to grow so old

live free my friend
until your end
then come up to me and I will listen
and I too then will get to know,
the feeling
of
everything you once told.