Thoughts are the new nightmares,
They take time and feed on you
All those thoughts feed off you.... A polluted mind, your's has become,
Of polluted thoughts!
Choking the life out of you, the light off you...
They rest in your mind and make home in your soul,
The once warm heart, you feel it becoming cold...
Once more turning to the shade of black, each time a bit more...
You know, there is no turning back
They have made you miserable, these thoughts...
What is it that you have become?
Is it a monster or just you with vague thoughts?
