Labyrinths

I turn to myself , to look for remains of time 
My past gives birth to torsos of dead hours of mine
Present brings abortion-days into this nameless world 
Devoured rotting flesh of my unspoken words

I can feel the walls the maze of smiles of fake 
Built of blows of mine I can feel the walls leads my steps astray

Mutants of birth and breeding-sharp fangs to hire 
Ariadne's thread made of barbed wire 
Doors open to Nowhere, beyond invisible sill 
Walls of deranged concepts keep on growing still