Maze of Days

​Slick tricks of a single pin prick,
a fix that exists to make you sick.
Whipped by the bitter liquid that's mixed,
I stick it through my own skin and push it in quick.
They say it's a sin, but I wanted to mention,
it becomes a religion with evil intentions.
Clearly I wasn't paying enough attention,
'cause this bitch has taken me to another dimension.
I just wish I could find my way back home,
but the path only gets thicker the further I roam.
A labyrinth of creepy catacombs, dark and cold,
is the domain of the fiend to which I sold my soul.
Forever encased in this tortuous cave,
I feel like the blood is travelling the wrong way through the vein.
This is insane!
How do I make my way out of this place?
I have to tear these walls away,
and escape a seemingly inevitable fate.
I wanna believe that it's never too late to change,
and make peace with the power for my own sake.
Taking the weeks as hours in days,
counting every second spent finding my way out of this maze.
Perhaps one day I will wake to see,
my spirit reunite with my mind and body,
no longer calling to this pernicious deity.
Then maybe I can finally consider myself free.
 
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