Deafening silence kept creaking
Despite everybody's noisy speaking
Telling and asking sentimental things
Can't help but be deafened by the act of crying
Whats the use of living in this labyrinth of suffering
Can't move an inch like a movie buffering
Finding an escape out is it the only way?
And could death be the only path, who's to say?
A place Black and Gray full of nothingness
To escape and be engrossed on the labyrinth of unwillingness
Its up to you how you live your life,
Two decisions both can be ended with a Knife
Maybe we're not meant to escape this labyrinth of suffering
Maybe the Labyrinth is life itself a maze ever confusing
The suffering will always keep on continuing
We just need People to spend it with even while arguing
In the end life may be the so called labyrinth of suffering
But in the maze as confusing as it is, are people worth living
Life is but a choice of two different Paths
The path to be dull and tedious, or the path taken only by psychopaths
So which will you choose?