Pitch black solitude
Swallowed up in silence
Stumbling and staggering
down the labyrinthine halls
Fear the only guide
in a maze built by macabre specters
of a past half buried by denial
and a time best left behind
Running gets you to
the place you had wished you forgot
And facing things that still
are strong despite
the fraying edges of time
Haunting eyes and sinister smiles
hands inviting to draw you back in
Into the place you knew as a child
Back into who you once were
All the work once put
into the crumbling visage of
the new home of your life
Gone in an instant
Succumbing to the seductive
Siren's call of the beauty of the familiar
Nightmares of your memories
Fear the only guide in a
maze built by yourself
pitch black solitude
All you can hear
as you desperately outrun yourself
is the sound of screaming
A sound clear as a death knell
A sound all too familiar
Screams of long ago
Screams of your childhood
Run, while you can
For when it finally catches you
All that will be left of the person you are now
is screams in the distance
A warning to falling prey to yourself
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