aMAZED

not in the mood to write,
everything I say is spite,
spite I write about my soul,
this just mean I'm losing control,
I no longer wish to exist,
I feel trapped in a maze of poisonous mist,
whilst trying to breath i manage to yell,
there over there it must be a light,
or is just really a crack into sight,
a sight that appears as a promise of happiness,
nice, because no matter how much darker,
my eyesight becomes much clearer,
although my body shudders,
and I keep returning to this dark place i familiarise with home , 
the madness maze I return,
hoping a bit of that light will be mine,
just mine for once today!.