My Mind

by brokenmind   Aug 22, 2008


My mind is a battlefield
Dark, cold and distant
Chaotic and lethal
Total destruction
Deadly.

Deadly
Frenzied attack
Death becomes all
No opportunity of flight
Isolated in the darkest night.

My thoughts are the soldiers
Each for their own
No united front
Ruthless tactics
Merciless.

Merciless
Truce forbidden
Increasing in pressure
Nothing left to slaughter
Just an empty shell remains.

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