When memories become phantoms
When tears turn into drops of crimson
When agony becomes as uncontrollable as a free fall
When heart contracts and feels like a gravestone.
When dwelling in the shadows becomes a death sentence
When the boundaries fade from the realm of illusion, truth and pretense
When death seems nothing but an inevitable escape
When life becomes misery – war between emotions and mirth
That is when you weave the labyrinthine passes
Of your inner blood woven labyrinth
Trapped within forever, because you are bound to these shadows
Bound with the tyrant – you are the hero and you are the antagonist.
Kashish Kaur © www.krimsonravyn.wordpress.com