Her Maze

1. 2. 3. 4. 
The flys fall to the ground. 
Within the house with sectioned rooms, kept locked away, no sound.
Each room is filled with empty space,  void of all, yet still are bound. 
With each count, another made, a wall built to surround.

A maze so large, long and confused. Not all will be discovered.
Through Each step, through each room, a ruin is uncovered. 

The walls when torn, are bound to crush, whoever enters here.
They fall atop the open wounds, forcing you to tear. 
Slow, steady, not quick to recover.
A mind  can hardly whithstand...
Withstand the thought of such empty rooms, where the darkness covers so grand.