Labyrinth Of The Night

Labyrinth of the Night

                  This element of life, coded magnetic internal vibes

                                          That’s vibrant and full of vitality.

                   Washes over death perception. It's rival and reveals,

                                             Itself to its selfie: alone in the maze;

                    Releasing the past, pursuing this present moment.

                                               That has now become the future.

                    Those intoxicating fragrances casting laser stones,

                                                 Darkness in the light.

                 An attempt to break, one's belief barriers that have

                                                    seen its carnage.

                    Through the eyes of faded moons who have abandoned

                                                      His post in the eleventh hour.

                     Confess to having symptoms in the chaos; plagued,

                                                       by the silent orchestra.

                      Needing to whip the will in this wisp, bravery across

                                                       His brow, to survive the night.

                       He cries salty tears, dying. As though rain, landing on a disoriented.

                                                       maze. Into liquid sinking sands,

                         Surrounded by comrades, games; suspect, falling angels

                                                       Under watchful command.

                        Disarray, in-depth perception: in a frenzy, PTSD.

                                                       Syndrome, emotionally scarred:

                         With a trauma, that's standing guard. 

                                                      We are all memories here.

                         Open fireworks displays were all memories here.

                                                        Darkroom doomsday.

                           Night flight looms, with crystal mist approaching.

                                                          With mixed complexity in search.

                            Of what is obvious. No way out.