My mind seems to
be an endless
labyrinth of pitch black
passageways
with a different
devil ‘round every
corner.

Mirages paint the
sky-scraping walls that
taunt me endlessly.
Voices fool me with
the lovely melody of
their false words.

It is a
frigid
damp
lonely
journey.
Home to
every
nightmare.

And every single
time I reach that
exit door..
I open
it only to
be faced
with a wall of
BRICK.