Through the labyrinth I go,
walking through a twilight glow,
with rooms that shrink, and turn, and twist,
ceilings that fall, and floors that list.
Pacing through the endless halls,
I see myself in mirrored walls,
Distorted shapes behind me stand,
and beckon me with open hand.
But as I turn they’ve disappeared,
alone again, just as I feared,
lost within my own sweet hell,
I built the halls in which I dwell.