My minds hectic, my thoughts are dead,
my sights so thrown, my fire fed.
Emotions drawn, to stay alive,
powerfull minds, yet still dispise.
I lost my edge, my tool in life,
poetic words, to fight threw life.
I hate myself, what I've become,
a soul stail mind, with morals hung.
I won't go back, decisions made,
with all new thoughts, I have to tame.
Just try my best, to fight these thoughts,
and tell myself, it's what I sought.
After my love? well bring it on,
my heart so weak, but mind is strong.
To penatrate, I'll give my props,
to chase the cat, untill it's caught.
You have my heart, though made of glass,
and earned my love, which shall surpass.
Any objects, that's thrown our way,
but still my mind's, full of dismay,