One said once,
That the empty mind is the rival of God.
At this point I want to believe that it's not.
Preoccupied. My mind, I'm paranoid.

A pit in me, depressed, my anxiety.
A million times I've been asked,
Can you read minds?
I wish now, I could say yes.

For the longest time,
It felt as her mind was moulded with mine.
For the longest time,
I felt I could keep the devil in line.

Now though, I stare him in the face,
I see his menacing smile.

Heat made home in my psyche.
He's shares my soul, he's right beside me.

He sees me write these lines.
Knows what I'm trying to find.
Exactly what I look for, he's managed to hide.

Forever, I thought my mind my strength,
What if, with his help, it becomes my demise?

Self doubt, respect. Rejection and unclear sight.
All these things I'm struggling with,
Though I continue to fight.

I fight because I know I must,
There seems to be no light,
Darkness within,
Has my flame finally found it's cold night?

Questions I can't answer.
Not now. Not today.

My hope is now, I know all that I've lost,
Remember, some time ago I lived without.