No Use For Ariadne's Thread

Not again, not again

Please, God, not again

Once more, I’m lost

Once more, there’s no end.

The building that should be familiar

It’s nothing short of a maze

Doors that should grant freedom

Loop me back into despair

The signs that should guide me

Are faded and wrong

The stairs that should go down

Somehow end back at the top

Damn you, cracking old elevator

I pushed the button to the lobby floor

Why, then, when you squeak open

I find myself again at the morgue?

I run the other way, but it lingers

Bile rising, nostrils full of acrid smell

Senses blinded by a blaster

Of embalming fluid and icy death.

No escape, no reprieve, no end

This is what I've come to dread

When the mind enters the labyrinth

There’s no use for Ariadne’s thread