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Daedalus’s Dungeon


I create monstrosities
People cower when they see me
I sacrificed a life to save my own
But I am not a monster
 
They think that I escaped it, flying free on wings of my own invention 
But I am still trapped
The Labrinyth follows me
I see it in my dreams
I keep going around and around in circles, but no one will let me leave
Because I deserve to be condemned to madness
All because of my “gift”
A gift that I never Wanted
Never Needed
Never Asked the Gods For
But
            I 
                Used
                            it 
                                  Anyway
So now I will suffer because of my intelligence
Because people look at me and see an Opportunity
They don’t see a person
Just someone who wants to be loved
Who wants to appreciated
 
They had the chance to love me
I gave them their second chances 
I turned the other cheek more times than I can count
Now they will pay
Every year, two of their own will be taken and die in a maze of madness and mirrors 
People go crazy in there 
They think the monster is behind them
The Minotaur is a distraction 
Truly, they are their own downfall 
People cannot be alone in their own heads
I should know, I’ve done it for my entire life
 
 
 
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