Sta.sh
Shriek
by ~Zarathustras-CrownMy fingers are perpetually tracing the labyrinth
I'd built for myself, a garish trap to appeal
to the decadence I've looked to as faith personified
for so long.
What cacophonous silence I promise myself,
a catastrophic platitude to sever the skin from
my frame. Your rigid constructs became holy
to me, a sacred light to pierce mechanical eyes.
Silver testaments to the fictional fire that made
me blind.
I ran as fast as I could through this maze,
and it's only after losing myself here that I
see there is no ending...
just screaming.
I love the ludic mind projections of the first stanza
--
Andrew Hussey
"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."
-Carlos Castaneda