The corridors stretch and twist,
growing from trees that form in the mist.
A maze of abstract thoughts
and half-dreamt ideas
given structure.
Too complex a design. Too warped
the mind that saw the world
as it ruptured
all around
and
chiselled
this edifice
from the remaining solid ground.
Painted in vivid Day-Glo.
Graffiti of every word
and memory ever known.
It contains all of me.
Every moment of my history,
plastered to the walls for all to see.
My future sits just out of reach,
in thought balloons
that are slowly descending.
Ready to be caught,
once the thought has been set free.
There is happiness here,
there are stories of overcoming fear.
Artwork that makes you smile ear to ear.
Every happy thought
you ever stored,
is within your grasp,
but so too is every scare
that made you gasp.
Every shock that took your breath,
every brush
with the cloaked figure of death.
Some days this museum of my being,
takes a different tone, a darkness lurks
when the beast is home.
It prowls the mazes, sniffing the air.
The minotaur in his secret lair.
He chases and hunts, enjoying the screams.
He wallows
in the strands
of night terror dreams,
and all you can do
is cover your eyes
with your hands.
Hold back the whimpers,
catch the sound before it lands.
To not betray your position
in this warped wasteland.
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