Dark Minded
My mind is filled with dark things,
I see things that should never be seen.
Faces that follow me, every time i close or open
my eyes they are staring back at me.
Places that you only hear about in the darkest passages,
places that should be left untold or not talked about.
I think i hear voices talking to me, they tell me to do things that
i don't want to do, they say a lot of mean stuff to obscene and
horribly unjust.
My mind tells me that someone or somethings always there, watching over my shoulder with a cold stare.
I have these fears about everything, anything you can think about my mind has seen.
Why do i keep having these awful thoughts,maybe it's one of my past lives
that i lost.
Copyright © Samantha Townsend | Year Posted 2012
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