As the mind crys
For thoughts.
And thoughts vanish and leave with the wind
As the crys turn to images
the heart sends them to his dark mind.
As he goes crazy and leaks ink from his eyes and cleans the tears with pieces of paper.
As it runs out of words it begins to torcher him from the inside and the thoughts start to eat him alive and the only thing left is a
poets mind.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
As the mind crys
For thoughts.
And thoughts vanish and leave with the wind
As the crys turn to images
the heart sends them to his dark mind.
As he goes crazy and leaks ink from his eyes and cleans the tears with pieces of paper.
As it runs out of words it begins to torcher him from the inside and the thoughts start to eat him alive and the only thing left is a
poets mind.
