MY MIND
It's parts of my mind that speak to me,
A moment in life that felt strange.
The situation I'll try to memorize,
The fog taking over my brain.
My mind began to become clearer,
My vision was troubled and blind.
The first hand that spoke to me
Left my eyes in a bind.
The pain became intense; the brain is numb,
A sincere gift of death's present.
There's no future in front of me,
Just a swift stop of time, a slow descent.
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