Mental Mess
Power in the mind
The thoughts are tied
Negative over turns positive
And my heart's beat; radioactive
Cursed by the mind's repeat
Gives the realist defeat
Weak in this one heart
My blood flow does not know where to start
So cold and dark,
May the skin's color change like bark
Hear the thought of death
Be best within rest
It never ends
Because my mind's in this trend
As I try to pretend
That your actions don't offend
But then I begin
To watch your heart grow thin
After caring for me then
And now I'm crushed from within
Copyright © Savoy Boddie | Year Posted 2014
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