A solid barren wall seperates me from the others.
Closed off from any treachery, nothing to fear
Back towards the beast all I see is his reflection,
Quiet whispers of deceit is all that I hear.

Follows the snakes or walk the path,
I don't know what to choose.
Wandering the darkness alone,
Dazed and confused.
Facing a battle with phantoms,
But it's too late to lose.
Casualties of belief,'
Only left with the bruise.

At a loss for words, thoughts spilling forth like a punctured wound.
The blood stains, remnants of pain, leaving you empty and drained.
Leaving you with nothing, but memories of content.
Shreds of what you had, left battered and bent.