LABYRINTHUS

Labyrinthus My cage, my release Labyrinthus Distorted, familial Labyrinthus Labyrinthus Created, unfinished, born into a cage. Vultures, circle, remnants from a page. Growth, pain, as the mind stays broken. Edenic prose, effortless bliss, left open. Left behind the glass, I watch and wait A drawing in the dirt, a friendly face Ever the theater, a story of dreams Swirling in a pearl, without seams Falling through sifting sands, As I grasp for phantom hands My gaze tethered to their mirage The marrow gutted, under their barrage Labyrinthus My cage, my release Labyrinthus Distorted, familial Labyrinthus Labyrinthus Within the glass, a story unfolds, A part to play, masks for many untold A smile stitched that is not my own I stretch my skin across the bone As they watch from beyond the glass Maybe they'll see a mask of perfect class Gleaming and gilded, molded to skin Maybe then they will see their kin Labyrinthus My cage, my release Labyrinthus Distorted, familial Labyrinthus Labyrinthus A carousel of gold, a reverie of dreams, I dance within my vitrine without seams, Upon this stage of plated gold, I perform with a smile, still hopeful, still cold Labyrinthus My cage, my release Labyrinthus Distorted, familial Labyrinthus Labyrinthus Labyrinthus My cage, my release Labyrinthus Distorted, familial Labyrinthus Labyrinthus As time passes, and the world continues to spin, I etch the days upon my glass, worn from within The scratches map an unwanted vigil, Forever a sentry, ever watching, ever brittle... What is this light from beyond the shroud? What is this crack? A gift from the crowd? It's not a mask, nor robe, nor crown, What is this hope that I have found?