Though the labyrinth of fear defied you and your head pounded with realization, your jawbone clenched and fingers balled into fists, a sticky mad like sugar-coated happy memories, forever gone in a forest of anger. Loathing every person who crossed your path. Scrambling to the top of the tunnel. Defying the face of angels; your devil horns become known, and an enemy maze is only there. Twisted with the hard realization, so loathsome you cower in shame. Shrouded in a mystery so heated it ceases to be a game. Like the monsters under your bed you come alive. Red and screaming to a world that hates you, forever.
February 7, 2013