She's racing.
With every twist and
Every turn
She becomes more lost.
The walls begin to rise.
Frantic she becomes.
A way out is what she's looking for
Although she won't find it.
She is helplessly lost
In her own mind.
Racing and running
In a maze that is
Her own twisted abyss.
© 2008 Insatiable-Insanity
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