Being amidst this tempest for a while now
Is causing her nothing but misery lately
Her insanity which was once her reason to stay alive
Is now choking her...suffocating her
Reality outgrows assumptions of this novice
Life smirks at her
Taunting her, stirring her from inside
"you with no dreams was far better than you with dreams yet no drive..."
Should she blame her own happiness now?
Seems like it's getting in her way
Because it's not someone else but
she poisoning herself
and her life dissing..."you better stay ignorant"
Embracing this honey coated elixir was a choice she made
But she never imagined getting entangled in a bloody maze
This maze-sweet, is slowly devouring her
Feels like it will crush her and mark its end
Leaving this path is no better of an escape
As she has tried and proudly failed
Not once, neither twice nor a million times
Since Its far too easy to let go than to aim for those million failures
Centered in a cobweb...she lays as good as dead
Everywhere around she sees the drooped strands
Strangling her, whispering..."A hostage you are"
But what is more of inner peace?
Surviving this struggle-some life or living off all empty inside
But even as she pours out her discontent
Her life still crawls back to zero
And she grins, "some victim I am of my own inner demons"