like a berserk taurean demon , the necrodelic charged morpheus rex , driving through the flashing colors and the expertly swung blade and running right through the dreaming predator as though he were a locked gate at the end of a deadly labyrinth , a gate for which he had no key in a labyrinth whose walls were rapidly closing to crush him to a pulp , a gate to be rammed and splintered from its hinges .