Threads of time
woven anew like knitting needles
I roar within the caverns of my pain
A once-glorious knight
now defeated in battle
Lost amidst the labyrinth of my tormented soul Thrown down the abyss of relentless dilemmas.

Death, a silent visitor
lingered at my door’s brim
Yet she refused to knock upon my hatch
I placed a weakened
fractured phone call upon the cold floor
But she neither attended nor crossed my path.

All I possessed was a mere teaspoon of acid
Yet death remained aloof
refusing to greet me
In the grip of severe hunger and fleeting consciousness
I wondered if this was the place where I, too, turned ghostly white.