Mind…

It’s all in the mind.
Mental Incarceration,
Neurological Divide.
Can’t find the balance,
Between;
My love & my pride,
So back to my head,
Is where I run & hide.
Leave me be,
This is where I wish,
To reside.
A place where,
The logistics of time,
Are ultimately defied.

Yep;
It’s mind,
Over matter.
Split the vessels,
And watch em’ splatter.
Gave the world my heart,
On a silver lined platter.
How can I find heaven,
When God lifted up,
The only ladder?
The days drag on,
Feelings get sadder,
Mentality similar,
To the Mad Hatter,
Crazy;
Enough to dream,
But real enough to know,
These dreams may shatter.
Seeing red like,
The bull vs. The matador.
Oh look;
Another one of his,
Silly metaphors.
Dodging the questions,
Like;
What is my purpose here,
Even for??
Will I see the other side,
Or remain behind,
Another locked door?
I’ll get it next time,
Or so I swore.
Wasted once again,
As I wash up on the shore,
Of past events,
I’ve experienced before.
Sorry;
I know I’m,
Such a bore.
Promise;
I’m rich within,
The pit of my core.
I wish to awaken,
My dreams but,
Sadly I believe they,
Continue to snore.
Into two separate,
Pieces I’m torn,
Bleeding like;
Fresh skin to thorn,
Thoughts;
Explicit like porn,
You’re welcome,
Has been worn.
Holy water;
Shall I drown,
Or be reborn?
Shall I destruct,
Or return to form?
Wicked thoughts,
Fuel this storm,
Don’t try to save me,
I’m far beyond the norm.

You can mind your manners,
But don’t mind me.
I’m here for a good time,
Not a long time,
So why won’t you just,
Leave me be?
I’m up in smoke like,
The burning tree,
Filling lungs;
Of the young & free.
As I walk my journey,
With every step I wheeze,
Mind drifts in the breeze,
Swept up with,
The rest of the debris.
Seems my paranoia,
Went on a killing spree.
Although;
You & I make two,
My demons added,
Make thirty-three.
Got my scars,
You wanna see?
Doubt it;
No one cares,
To know about it.
Scream & shout it,
But I get shut down,
So instead I,
Just rerouted.
Skip the stones,
Across the lake,
Of what’s unknown.
And feelings faked,
Alone in the chamber,
Hung & staked,
Feelin’ like a pile,
Of broken bones,
Still awake;
I’ll just meltdown,
Until I break;
Cookin’ in the oven,
Metaphorically baked.
If it’s mind over matter,
Then I guess I’ll just,
Dream my fate.

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