The thought comes slowly
Through my labyrinthine mind
Traversing dark tunnels
Passing through pitfalls and traps
Spike-lined holes
I have a suspicious mind

But the thought comes slowly
Sending half-thoughts like echolocation
Bouncing off the walls
Steep black stone walls
Of my tortured, tortuous mind

The thought comes slowly
Leaving a wake of destruction in it’s path
My labyrinth of a mind crashes down around
The thought’s metaphorical ears
How is it that one thought
Has that power?
Has the power to topple
Everything I am?

The thought comes slowly
But when it’s here
In the forefront of my mind
It’s as destructive as it was
Slipping dangerously through the dark passages
"Kill him…"
The thought whispers
An echo rings in my ears
"Kill him…"

I must get through this dark passage of the night
Through this dark passage that threatens
To stifle me in it’s lack of light
Like a black blanket
A cloak
I am suffocated by the darkness
And by the thought
"Kill him…"

It’d be so simple
Why not do it?
And so I do
And find that there is no light
At the end of the dark passage.