Labyrinth Fire is about the quiet terror of staying too long in something that kills you slowly.
It’s about the moment you choose yourself. The moment you walk away—even if you’re still burning.
This poem was born from the wreckage of a toxic love.
For anyone who’s ever had to save themselves: this is for you 🧡
When you’re living in a labyrinth,
Death tastes sharp—like mint.
You welcome the dark with open eyes,
Singing blind beneath the skies,
Letting your soul in silence drift,
Untethered by a mortal lift.
I’m not afraid to meet the end,
Though some think I just pretend.
They say I jest, or lie, or play—
Unknowing hearts led astray.
But life itself, though long and bright,
Feels dulled beneath the absent light.
How do you live without a flame?
How does a soul survive no name?
That hollow ache will take its toll,
An echo gnawing through the soul.
And though I breathe with no desire
To end it all, to quench the fire,
I swear to you—I’ve known the blaze,
That fierce, unspoken, deadly haze.
Let lie the ones who rot in waste,
Who steal your grace without a trace.
They’ll drag you down, demand you stay—
While feeding on your light each day.
This poem was originally written by me. I used ChatGPT to help refine the rhythm and rhyme, preserve the emotional tone, and strengthen the flow without losing my original meaning.