My mind is a tomb, Thoughts form and die ! Behind my eyes, Because I realize,Thought process..Just might possess me .
A brief confession , This thought repression, Is obsession ! Don't get the wrong impression. My mind is my enemy, It's the part of me.. That triggers my depression . When these memories , Get ahold of me I get hipnotized By the pretty lies In the magic of Those sights & sounds, I drown !