Ideas Trapped In An Inactive Mind

Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind Your mind is hidden in darkness Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses Their screams echoes through deathly shadows Attacked and strangled at their every move The struggle against invisible shackles Drawing blood as they fight their captor Demons search for ideas ripping them apart Stripped skin strewn across an evil world A world created from depression and mania Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air Waiting to die while hoping to be saved A quick mind lights the darkness Giving new life to near dead ideas The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die The rise through the darkness Rising into the light they look back They see the lost ideas dying beneath them They care about what was lost What ideas will never see the light of day And they grieve as they come to light And they will be told and retold For that is what ideas are meant to be Shared by the entire world not killed Murdered by an inactive mind