Thoughtless

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 !