The path is twisted and dark,
My feet are bleeding, I’m panting hard.
A sanctuary I will not know,
Yet the taste of it lingers in whole.
I crawl searching for the end,
Now my life’s last breath is all spent.
The elusive end, the light,
The sane, the peace, all fading into the night.
All that is left just blank me,
The mirror and the echoing sounds of deranged glee.