THOUGHTLESS

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.