A doomed paradox was my trap
The more I escaped the tighter I was bound
Each step forward pulled me back
I tried to chase the wind but it eluded me
Each decision became a chain wound tighter around me
To escape meant to be trapped
For each door opened, another one was shut behind me
My liberty was slowly being killed by my fate
The harder I fought against my destiny the worse it approached it
To unlock the chains I had to stay chained
I strived to reach for freedom, but it closed in as poisonous ivy wrapped around me
I attempted to defy the tide, but each wave pushed me closer to the abyss
I struggled against the void, but each part of me was swallowed by the silence of the vault
The shadows crept closer to me with their sharp claws around me
Their gloomy chill tightened around me like a funerary veil
They led me deeper into a labyrinth of forsaken spirits
My heart thudded in a deadly cadence as if its hollow pulse belonged to the underworld
The cruel embrace of despair of the dead wraiths was pulling me underground
I lost my hopes in reaching for the stars that faded away like faraway candles in a storm
I had become a prisoner of the eternal night, chained by the very darkness I sought to escape
There was no beginning or end in this ill-fated paradox
This doomed paradox became my eternal dungeon
My refuge had become my prison never to be left
I lost my wisdom to merit my madness as a prize
Time left me and every hope of mine was reduced to dust
I was becoming decadent and dead like a withered flower left to dissolve
And all I could see was an endless nothingness surrounded by a deafening silence.
Elisabetta