The Labyrinth
I am a labyrinth of solitude I am the mist clouding your way
with a shining nebula above slowly guiding you nowhere
I hide myself and seclude I am here only to delay
for the world I have no love feel your pain and despair
I am a puzzle of little details I am the bleeding silence
echoing in empty spaces forever muted by my grief
I am the source of many tales I am kept away in the distance
of which there aren't any traces protected by sheer disbelief
today a memory resurfaced with an old picture
a beautiful painting by a dear friend
once inspired by me
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