It’s a complex thing,-
Just when you think your path is true…
You’re halted by another barrier,-
And it’s back to the beginning for you.
Whatever it is you think you know,-
Is just a sliver of a greater truth.
The monsters that have blossomed,-
Aren’t only from the seeds of a tainted youth.
Uncouth and unrelenting,-
These Barbaric devils stand at every turn.
The lessons of the labyrinth,-
Branded me with an eternal burn.
I don’t require your concern,-
It’s best that you turn your back now.
If you step foot inside the maze,-
There is no guide. No one to show you how.
Just the scowl of gargoyles,-
As they peer down at the twisted hallways.
Riddled and smelling fowl and spoiled,-
Testing your will and your spirit- always.
It’s a recurring phase,-
Just when you think your compass is true…
You open your eyes to familiar skies,-
It’s back to the beginning for you.
The end is seemingly always in view,-
But you’re only chasing a glorious mirage.
A barrage of misconception-
Displayed with a neatly designed collage.
It’s never a just cause to chase fire,-
There is typically only one result.
But these demons will not only scorch your soul,-
They’ll pack your wounds with salt.
Before you act like you know my minds battles,-
Allow me to remind you that you don’t know one thing.
My affliction is much more complex,-
Than an action or a mood swing.
It’s an on-going thing.-
Just when you think my words are true.
You open your eyes and realize,
There isn’t anything that you can do.