The Dying Mind


The Walls are Crying

The Mind is Dying

The Subconscious alone is ever lying

I Rest Not as I Watch These Walls

The Restless and Agonized Haunt These Halls

I Cannot Flee, I Cannot Cry

A Statue of Stone Sits In These Eyes

Decisions Made, Tension High

The Voice of a Thousand Hear Not My Cry

The Light it Flickers

The Skin it Shimmers

The Vessel of Flesh I Live Within

Keeps Me Bound to My Life of Sin

A Creature of Night, a Scholar Profound

Find the Threads of Time Not Safe nor Sound

The Eternal Clock Draws Ever Near

The Time Which Not One Can Hear

Pressure, Choice, a Body Found

A Man Whose Mind is Never Sound

They Ask to Whom Will Hear My Lies

"My Sweet, My Dear, a Man Who Dies."

To That Which They Could Not Reply

Yet They Then Heard the Walls That Cry

The Mind That Dies

The Subconscious Alone That Forever Lies

This poem is about: 
My family
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