Wrangled up in mazes without exits, all the clocks read quarter past nine.

what if i never surrender will the escape become clear;or will I stay buried in the wandering echos
I search armed with determination but you knock at the door with a force and you empty a million viruses into my brain; they seek to destroy all that is rested while my eyes bleed frustration 
it wasn’t always like this before there was an understanding -did i break the rules or was it always this unclear we don’t have to pretend I’m not asking for much your my only sleep thief-but this is too much, show yourself
yes I’ll lay still I will listen with intent come closer I’ll even whisper…………………. I’ll find you than kill you and close my eyes quarter past nine