This world of mine is an enigma.
It is a universe in itself, grasping at me with its own kind of thought.
I am in a mind split reality controlling me.
There are hidden doors and hallways that speak. They show so much emotion that makes me feel week.
I feel within lies a loss thats too strong. It cuts through my veins which reveal my inner weaknesses.
Windows inside the conscious mind, I'm looking out of nothing to find. I open those simple doors along the brain wave hall. They lead to nothing but bricks in the wall. I see candles that guide me through life. They only reveal the darkness and flame of their light. Wishing everything made sense again.
I can hear the voices from an unknown source. Speaking in tongues with little remorse. This world is an enigma wrapped inside a cocoon. While spiders pry inside waiting to burst through. They reveal memories that are better forgot. My world is an enigma surrounded by thought.
