Undrawn lines, unknown boundaries,
Minutes before dark, hours until light,
Retinas start to contract, fears dilate.
Each step backwards is a booby trap,
Every step forward is only a mystery.
Too young to care, too aged to fight,
Nothing less than an unleashed primate,
Nothing more than a mouse trapped rat.
Crescent moon serves as the lone guide,
Trapped behind a solid wall of clouds,
Starlight as bright as a cigarette ash,
And direction is the least of worries.
Cries of unknown creatures echo inside,
Mixed with the unidentifiable sounds,
Rods of lightning fall and quickly pass,
Making it impossible to even breathe.
Help is miles away, if they even cared,
It will take days before they notice,
Leaving many days to pray and reflect,
To think about the unfeasible ways out.
Fog begins to occupy the stagnant air,
Time has come to act instead of wish,
It feels like an insurmountable trek,
With a lone companion known as doubt.
Glowing eyes watch through the trees,
Ridiculing everything from a distance,
Taking notes, watching every misstep.
Waiting for the best chance to strike.
Blood boils as limbs begin to freeze,
A light breeze makes the body wince,
One step away from an overdue death,
Looks like things will never be alright.
Feet begin to drag, are they stuck or,
Is there no such thing as persistence?
The heart beats just like the thunder,
If by any chance I’m not already dead.
Nobody’s fool, no, not today fuckers,
This quicksand must be self-inflicted.
The rope to grab before falling under,
Is wound tightly around my frail neck.
The body numbs, the end approaches,
The moon peeks out of the cloudiness,
To provide the little glimpse of light,
That I pleaded for two steps before.
Struggling once again, almost lifeless,
It feels like I am getting used to this,
Stuck in neutral as life passes me by,
It is not worth the struggle anymore.
I wouldn’t have tried if I had known,
I’d roll over and forfeit to the fears,
I had suppressed for a million nights,
While coaxing myself that I was well.
Damned if I do, or damned if I don’t,
Fucking irony at its finest it appears,
And it is just another day in Paradise,
Since Paradise is a synonym for hell.