Labyrinth of Fear

I am stuck within the labyrinth of tiny trenches which blanket my hand in a unique display of identity

Can I escape? I've been lost while infinite emotions brush over me in waves of passion

I can feel the poisonous scent of defeat behind chasing me, I've already ventured into the mist of fear

A pulse of selfishness vibrates irregularly through the space in my design and I am prepelled onwards

I dive and swim, climb and fall, wading through the thickness of this terror so sour

The sweetness is in the form of light to my eye and the taste seeps willingly down to my senses.

I am free