In the dungeon of my thoughts I dwell,
A prisoner of my mind's wicked spell,
Trapped within a labyrinth of despair,
Where shadow's dance, and echoes blare.
A silent symphony inside my head,
Whispers doubts, filling me with dread,
A maze of twists and darkness,
Where demons yowl, leaving me sleepless.
Thoughts run wild like raging storms,
Invisible chains holding back my forms,
Lost within the depths of myself,
doors barricaded, denying all help.
In this desolate maze, I wander alone,
Echoes of my past forever to atone,
Bound by fears, I cannot break free,
From the prison bars of my psyche.
Each cell a mirror of my soul's desires,
Fueling the dreams and fires,
But my visions turn to ashes within,
As my mind's fortress buries them in sin.
Behind these heavy iron doors,
Lies a universe of forgotten shores,
A symphony of thoughts unexpressed,
Aching to be freed, longing to be blessed.
Like a wounded bird, my spirit lies,
Trapped beneath the weight of hidden cries,
Yearning for solace, for a brighter day,
Where the shadows recede, and the demons sway.
To forget the past and fly out of these chains.
Oh, to break the fears that bind these wings,
But the key has been lost, buried away,
In this abyss of tears that holds bay.
So I wander through corridors of sorrow,
In this labyrinth that I can't burrow,
Hoping amidst the darkness to find,
A flicker of light, an escape of my mind.
Yet though I may be trapped within my own maze,
I refuse to surrender to the endlessness,
For hope remains a flickering flame,
That one day I shall conquer this shame.
And so I'll fight, with every breath in me,
To break these chains and set my spirit free,
And spread these broken wings.