Random Short Stories/Poems

Outside the Maze

I know what you're doing

I've noticed the dots

Somehow, I recognize them

As scars

I'm not your experiment

This is human torture

But... I'm scared of what may happen

If you stop

I guess this is what you'd call

A self-destructive addiction?

Stockholm syndrome?

At this point I don't know

But I feel the side effects kick in

I can no longer quit

Stopping is not an option

An endless trap

A mouse, injected with the poison

Is hopeless to notice the harsh reality outside the maze