Labyrinth
In a house bereft of windows
I sat upon a dusty floor
I watched the changeless changings
I sat wishing for a door.
In a room without a shadow
I slept upon a dirty floor
I breathed the ash of ages spent
Dreaming there was something more.
Within a vacuum, in a void
I drifted lonely in the dark
A shell without a shred of soul
A soulless husk without a spark.
In an endless circling hall
I wander through the bleak
Everything is colored grey
Obscuring all that I would seek.
Upon infinite winding stairs
I climb without a reason
For nothing's ever here or there
There's no changing of this season.
In a life without a prayer
I live my solitary part
Breathing in my recycled air
Lives a man without a heart.
In that dark abyss of chest
A wish still fans the pyre
To breathe just once untainted air
And see the world on fire.
