Sometimes my mind wanders
To lands so vast
And waits for the quiet
To torched me at at last
The mind is interesting
It doesn't need much
You can give it a stick
And it will turn it into a gun
It is a thing a beauty
It's abilities endless
But the evil it possesses
Makes me rather restless
It's not a bad boyfriend
It's not a cardboard box
You can never escape it
Survival is the lock
Death is the obvious answer
But that's what your mind wants
To bury you six feet under
And leave you there to rot
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Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
