Crossing my own mind like fog in the abyss, its hard to think

With so many aberrations,

I come here where the air is so dreamy
I close my eyes and I escape
into a world where there is no hate,

Everyone seems to think iv'e gone mad
I heard the best were
And god he talked to himself,

Is your mind made of heaven or hell
or a little bit of both, if so

where does that make you go?

I am me and you are you.

My mind seems to have gotten lost in a dream,
somewhere stuck in the dreadful mist

That's how she was, inlove with the abyss.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem