Wicked Labyrinth Poem by Dougie Fresh

Your love is a wicked labyrinth that cannot be escaped, All-consuming like a cancerous tumor full of pain and hate.
As I gaze in terror at your evil maze, the only colors I can see are dreary Dark black and Crimson Red.
Thorns cover the dead brush, and the Weeping Willows weep the crimson colored blood.
There is only one way to enter your Wicked Labyrinth, and that is through your blackened heart, but there is no escaping this maze.
It is infinite like the Universe, always changing.
There are still beating hearts that line the walls of your Wicked Labyrinth, impaled on pikes and whispering to me, telling me that I will never again be free.
The whispers turn to screams, tortured souls looking for relief from the never ending pain.
They are the ones who tried to conquer your Labyrinth before me, but there is no way to slay this kind of evil.
The Hearts screams begin to get louder and louder, and I can no longer hear my own thoughts.
They all beat in unison, and every beat sounds like the ticking of a clock.
The ticking gets louder, and louder and louder and my ears begin to bleed.
I can feel my heart, now beating in unison with all the others.
And it is at this moment, that I fully realize, this will be my fate.
I have now become a part of your Wicked Maze.