Poison

a poisonous taste of metallic death,
with a blackening light i could see no further,
i walk a blind path of 'this is a phase'
it forks and i am no longer sure where to go.
with every turn my mind creates a maze,
no longer can i tell the difference between reality and normality.
i walked myself into a dead end death cell,
stumbled upon a bed with warm hands ushering me closer.
Whispers assured me i would be okay,
a sweet syrup took away the poisonous taste of metallic death,
but a chaser of torture keeps me alive.