My Tired Mind

deep in the shadows of my tired mind down into the shallows of my pain I look into the Misty depths And see i remain in Chains my soul stands at the window and the images I see won't pass the visions I've seen linger and has carved a nitch of darkness in my heart I placed my hand upon the mirror and felt the touch of pain through the glass the sensation of bitter suffering burned my flesh a low raspy whisper or hum is heard in the rythme of such a sorrowful melody I paused and realized it was my own cries I heard I tried to pull away but I've already imprinted my soul with damage draining the life right out of me my head hurts as it pounds at my temples I'm so tired now but fear keeps me awake