Labyrinth of Shadows

I am ensnared in a labyrinth of shadows,
where the walls breathe in silence,
and the cold settles into my bones.
The room is vast yet claustrophobic,
its boundaries shifting with my every thought.
There is no door to find, no key to turn—
only an invisible weight that anchors me in place,
as if the very air conspires to hold me here,
in this space where light dares not enter.

You keep me within these walls that don’t speak,
they listen in on all my secrets,
haunting me with truths I dare not face.
Am I all alone, or is solitude my only companion?
Oh, silent walls, won't you tell me something different,
a story where the ending isn’t written in shadows?

Darling walls, offer me warmth,
this space is cold, and I am colder still.
Yet even as I plead, I know your silence,
your unyielding chill, is all you’ll ever give.
If only you could lie to me,
whisper that I might one day break free,
that this space might crumble,
leaving me to bask in a light I can barely remember.

But you know me too well,
and truth is your only gift—
so break me down, as you always do,
until I am nothing but a shadow,
another secret held within these breathing walls.