My Mind
A cool and dungy place
A dark and filthy place is mine
An ugly place is my mind
It feels not
Nor cares not
For all the things I hold dear
It sees not
Nor shares not
For all the things that are real
Oh what an dark dungy place
A filthy dirty place is here
No light does it see
No sound can it hear
Only the ideas that it brings
It considers are true
The lies
The mistakes of the past
Are what it can only understand
Oh what an dark dungy place
A filthy dirty place is here
Curse the thoughts there of
Erase them I plea
Truly a damned place I possess
A prison I have found
No escape can I find
From this dungy dirty place
Which be my own mind
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2006
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