Oh I am trapped.
It is dark
and damp where I am.
I don't know how
to escape this maze.
I was thrown down here,
tossed aside as if I was nothing more
than trash and scum.
I've travelled the stone walls for years
looped back and forth,
looked in the distance to spot an exit
but find it to be yet another wall.
I can hear their screams,
their cries
as they try to make their way in the maze as well.
I have never seen the same person twice.
Never heard their screams more than once as they
move.
And die.
Sometimes I feel that they are figments
of my insanity.
Possibly the maze,
deciding to play tricks on my mind
as torture.
As I wander,
lost and weary,
starved and insane,
I still cannot fathom
that this is my punishment
for being born a monster.
//Based loosely on a poem by Bounty00 as well as the myth of the Minotaur.//
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
