The Mind

The mind holds terrible things We wish no one could see It tells a flattering story As flattering as can be Deep dark secrets fulfill This space of air When we think we are loved The mind says; I don’t care In this empty space we Somehow call our minds Deceive a person’s heart And somehow keeps them blind We will never know The inner thought Buried deep within In a selfish twisted mind That somehow has no end In a quiet place is when The mind works best It always distinguish itself From the boundaries Of all the rest It sees things that ordinarily Shouldn't be It feeds on overload and And why, we cannot see You thought lies, envy, jealously Always come from the heart It always starts in the mind The utter most selfish part There are two things in life You will never ever know How the mind functions and And how evil in the heart grow You would be surprise all The things the mind occupy And all the dark evil to The heart it can supply It buries things you simply Would never and cannot see It’s like a silent hill and A hundred year old tree So never underestimate The power of the mind It somehow brings out The worst in all man kind