I am a tainted philosopher who thinks too deeply;
My mind is my only home.
Although it is dark and treacherous, I have no where else to go.
I spends every waking second in deep thought, for I know no other way to be.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
I have the ability to love so deeply.
I see the innate worth in every living creature.
These thoughts formed a lens over my eyes in which I can see what others can not.
I view the world in its soft corona.
I see the mystical adventures.
I have the ability to feel so deeply.
But a mere cut is scar that gushes with blood.
With each pulse I scream.
I get lost in the rooms of my mind.
Eventually, everything mends together in a never ending hallway that is lined with stark lighting.
There is no way to escape your very nature.
For these rooms speak with boasting voices;
I am caught in the middle.
A warm wind lifts me from the hole I dwell in.
The walls begin to close in as the darkness swallows me whole.
I am but a mere rag doll in their game.
I am but a vessel for these thoughts to be heard.
They claw at the surface.
I want to contain the darkness, but its voice won’t leave my mind.
Cupping my ears, I feel I can take no more.
But alas, the wind is still blows through my hallowed soul.
I am a tainted philosopher that seeks relentlessly.