impossible to give up yet nothing
still nothing
ever nothing
wholly inane weaving of nothingness
despairing
cyclical
like the eversame labyrinth
same corridor
same moment you think you’re out
same moment your realise you’re back at some other point
maybe always the same point maybe a random one
soon this time when even when excitement comes even before that you expect it
the closure
the failure
you expect to be back in again
you expect this was just an illusion
no escape
ever
only the labyrinth
only the corridors
and all in this ugly indistinctive nonstyle maybe the most enraging
at least if in labyrinth with style but no
in labyrinth just bare
and if only a real labyrinth
but no just a void one
bare no one in non-labyrinth