Trapped

Lying in the darkness

Can't go forward, can't go back

Lost in a maze of my own making

Plagued by questions I can't answer

Fighting to contain my anguish

There is always a second chance

Tis bitter irony that

And a lie to boot

But do I tell?

Of the darkness and it's power

Of the siren call of veins of blood

Like red gold calling to be spilled

But would I?

Would I answer that call?

You seem to think so

But I don't

I am weak

To weak to reply

Sometimes I wish I could, just once

Silence the beating of a heart

But it would never happen

My fear dictates too well my actions

My rage is but sparks dancing on the wind

My blankets sense the moment

And smother me