In mystic maze of dungeon,
life etches pain deep
in the womb of mind. Light
taunts the darkness.
Seeking vision, sanity lurks
in the closing twilight of fear.
Death laughs at cringing realities
suicide refuses to notice:
a thought conceived in contradictions
of this God forsaken (w)hole.
The blackness is---and I am---solitarily confined---
sacrificed on the altar of the blind goddess of justice;
echoing freedom in the mystic maze of dungeon.