This body is an illusion,
A shell for blind eyes.
The out is none like the in.
My mind isn't the body of me.

The parts of which gender me,
Isn't who I am within.
The world see's a shell,
That of a man.

All inside it isn't me,
     I am who I want to be,

             Set
                 Free!

Deep in thought, thinking strong,
Focused,
On nothing.

Further in, try again, thoughts,
Whirl and swirl,
Still nothing.

Hours,
Minutes,
Years,
Seconds,
Spent in this the blank thought zone,
Journey to nothing.

Constant,
Aggravating,
Recurring,
  
                     Thinking of nothing,
                     Me and my empty

                             Thoughts.

They surround me,
Them those dark demons.
Smothering me in fear,
Covering me in dread.

As the button switches,
The golden sword swiftly glides toward them.
The demons scatter out of its way,
Hope as I will the power will stay.

The electrical surge,
The sword goes black.
The demons return,
With feel of evil in place.

I hide within the cushiony shield,
Then rest till the demons do die.