3. The Maze

The Maze between life and death I wake up to,

Corpse’s grasp visible and marked on my arm,

Each door from left to right drops far,

Wandering with keys each open devil’s view.

I’m stuck upon a couch, silenced and stopped,

My loved one across the room and barely in sight,

A night of souls creeps inside me against no fight,

As devil laughs, beating endless on that whom I love.

I cannot call for help or speak or move an inch,

Pinch me, wake me up and save me Jesus please,

If I could I would drop to my knees and pray,

For one more day, a chance to deny devil’s lunch!

The time is now so fear not demon or the man,

By God’s hand, exit the maze and listen to His demands.

3. The Maze by Tom Bastasch