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My mind . . .
Im tired im restless im concerned that this is nothing to be sick of its just what comes my way there's always something thats simple im wrong all the time im dead i every way im destroyed fom heart to soul unable to talk . . . unable to see . . . im blinded as i can be i dead from the least expectations the night is my life the day is my slumber that has me in lock down my body seems to numb my mind sleeps to rest my heart steady's as the world slows time releases its spell on me utting me in a forgetting stance that leaves me curious to the things around my mind just stilll in motion that fills my blood with poison that turns off the unlikely to rewind the focefull heaviness im not likely to be so when im read to discover what my mind has to travel up t it will be a long slumber cuz i won't ever wake up . . .
