The Inner Labyrinth

An ancient mystery in her soul

Mortal flaws way down this spirit

Draped in delicate skin

Blackness still wraps this room

Dwells, in every quiet corner of her being

Is the natural order, rushed to a painful speed

Endless gloom

The inner labyrinth

A single pulse in many chests

Savage, callous, inhuman

An unchangeable shadow lingers

This tensile shroud

Like a page dissolving in the storm

An empty relief

Yet the shadows keep their secrets still