My mind is a tomb,
Thoughts form and die
Behind my eyes,
Because i realize
Thought process
Just might possess me.
A brief confession,
This thought repression
Is obsession.
Don't get the wrong impression.
My mind is my enemy,
It's the part of me
That triggers my depression.
When these memories
Get ahold of me
I get hypnotized
By the pretty lies.
In the magic of
Those sights and sounds
I drown.
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My mind is my enemy.
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- nickfranksyall
- I am twenty-two years old or young. My age is just a number by this point. All the exciting milestones are past and days pass by me like distant blurs in the rear view. Writing is my strongest form of expression. Articulated and organized thought can change the world. But, I'm not out to change the world, just to understand it, if only a little.
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