Once again the inanimate thread of darkness envelopes me,
Brittle and weak, my limbs collapse as I try to run towards the light.
Enthralled by my distorted mind, I descend.
Down and down I fall, like the Alice from a Lunatic Wonderland.
Keen words wound my heart, condemed to live it all.
Solemnly and idly, I stare at the carnage of my wars,
How can no one see me yet?
Through the despair, I remain, seeking for the guidance of the faintest light.
Happiness in fleeting, seeping through my hands; a liquid mess.
My knees are raw, wounded, from the running and the falling.
Yet I choose to stand and walk this lonely path.
With ragged clothes, stinging feet, and blind eyes, I get up,
Feeling my way through this paradox of a maze,
Hoping to finally find my place.