Thorns in my mind

By Wil C. Fry, May 20, 2001, 23:11

Copyright 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.

Escapades of innocence
Temporarily blind me
To who I am
But my nightmares remind me
My moments of weakness
New Jerusalem awaits
Everyone else
A crier in the desert
Proclaims my Fate
Through the forest I wonder
The thorns in my mind
My fear is all that
Keeps me sane
Fear of hell, and
Fear of the pain I could cause
If my insanity ever escaped
So I drink down my dosage
And collapse into the arms
Of unconsciousness again
My resolve grows weaker
Warm and humid
Is the air
In my tomb.

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