Mindgames

Thoughts on the mind

Thoughts, constantly running through the head,
like water visions flow over and over,
images disappear to be forgotten,
a shadow softly touches the memories.

Darkness grows across the carved lines,
like lovers lips it creates a sharp bliss,
pain rushes down the mind,
a waterfall of black whispers.

Inside the strings and neurones,
a vicious laughter echoes pitched high,
tears cover the cheeks like a shield,
but the night crosses the barriers...

Thoughts differ in osmosis,
on the mind plays a cruel melody,
like an embrace the pain holds through,
holds so tight that breathing becomes heavy,
a lovely pair of blue eyes lead to an exit,
the glooming passage closes the book,
a last drumming beat...

The thoughts of the caged bird are finally free.