I walk around the lion's den. I run but I cannot hide, for the beast is after my blood. No matter what path I take, no matter what way I go, I do not seem to be moving. Every step I take is meaningless. I am trapped in this maze where behind every challenge I overcome, two new one's seem to arise. And I can feel it coming closer. I can hear its claws against the rough stone floor that seems to be taking me everywhere and nowhere. Its foul breath fills the halls I am lost in, a bitter reminder of what's to come. Its cold eyes follow me, drilling holes into my chest as it toys with me, leading my splintered heart through these walls, where nothing seems familiar but everything's the same. And as my fear and desperation grow, it feasts on it and I can sense its deadly silence start to engulf me. No matter how many corners I turn I know there's no escape, my fate is already sealed. There's no point in avoiding the inevitable. Yet I keep running. Yet I keep fleeing. Yet I keep fighting to get out of this prison. And I won't give in to the monster, I won't let it tear my skin apart and devour my insides. I am as weak as I am strong. I am as scared as I am brave. I am as cautious as I am daring. I am the prey as I am the predator. I am the one who haunts me and I am the one who's trapped me and I am the one who's lost me but I will also be the one who frees me. I am everything and everything is me. The dry air I breathe, the senseless path I walk on, the rampaging beast I flee from. They're all within me and I am within them. For deep down I am in control and no one can take this away from me - not even I.
