My mind has always been an intricate maze.
It often feels  like
What do you call it?
That offspring of pasiphaë ?
Ah the
Minotaur.
Somewhat dwells in the deep dark shadows of my mind
Feeding on my misery and brewing hatred among the tiny neurons
Resulting me to feel numbness towards your affection.
Every minute the agony of feeling
It feeding
And consuming me
From within
Is pushing me towards the edge of falling into this insanity .