Lost in the fog of confusion, I wander,
Through corridors where shadows ponder.
An abandoned hospital, every dream’s plight,
Running through halls in the dead of night.
Echoes of silence, a haunting refrain,
Stumbling forward, searching for pain.
Not fleeing from fear, but to it I steer,
Embracing the dread, the whispers I hear.
Windows shattered, a wrong step’s descent,
Falling through voids where nightmares are sent.
At the bottom, crawling, grasping for light,
My brain a battleground, urging me to fight.
A dance with the Devil, a perilous waltz,
Heart and soul clashing, counting the faults.
Tired of the torment, the perpetual ache,
In dreams twisted metaphors, reality’s quake.
Nightmares uncoil, serpents of dread,
Panicked awakenings, cold sweat I shed.
Checking the time on my iPhone’s glare,
Rubbing my eyes, fingers through hair.
Pulling my body, close and tight,
Facing the demons in the dead of night.
You either confront it or let it be,
A choice between shadows and breaking free.
Haunted by visions, distorted and grim,
A hospital of horrors where hope grows dim.
Walls stained with memories, ghosts of my mind,
Every corner a riddle, every turn unkind.
The fog thickens, obscuring my way,
Lost in confusion, night becomes day.
Yet in the chaos, a flicker of might,
A will to survive, a spark of fight.
For in this labyrinth of terror and pain,
A warrior’s heart refuses to wane.
I’ll battle the phantoms, the fears that conspire,
With every breath, rekindling the fire.
Though the journey is harrowing, the path steep,
I’ll rise from the depths, from the shadows that creep.
For dreams may be twisted, nightmares profound,
But courage and hope in my soul are found.
So I stumble and run through this haunted domain,
Fighting the fog, defying the strain.
For in facing the terror, the darkness within,
I reclaim my spirit, I let the light in.
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