Blood Woven Labyrinth


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 ©

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