Twisted Maze of Lies

the world is a twisted maze of lies
and we are the rats climbing across
barriers and obstacles
for a piece of the tell tale reward.
we follow our failed instincts
wanting the satisfaction
of a sweet scented meal can make
while slowly accepting the torture
of those that hiss melodiously in our ears.

we battle each other, one rat
against the other
running across the ever changing maze
reaping aggression in our veins
at every sip of that morning serum
that pollute our minds
with false needs and insecurities
touching deeply our hunger
to be.

blindly we hurry across this white washed
maze of constricting confinement
for the promise of freedom and power
forcing our ways across the population
that live with us in our little cage
and imposing force among those
who couldn't make their way across the next
turn of this labyrinth called life

each day, the number of foes decrease
and the fangs of want grows
the morning meals gone low
and all there is, is the promise of manna
at the end of the road.
darwinian survival sets in and gnawing
at each other's arm gnawing at each others soul
become the sole solution to this phantom
cheese at the end of this twisted road.

the winner find his way
bleeding and alone
to this red exit door
and with a twisted smile
runs to the grail of his long winding trip
and finds himself pinned to a wax floor
a scalpel down his throat and wishing
he had someone to save his savage self
from this twisted maze of lies.