BARREN MIND


A barren landscape
Featureless and dead
Wind swept plains of hate
Bear forth the seeds of death

Hate churning inside me
Instigates violent rebellion
 Death a regular at my door
Is knocking once again

My mind is featureless and
Dead
Windswept mind of hate
Sucked empty and filled again
Of socially acceptable material
Robbing me of me

I posess the strength to break free
With every last ounce of strength
Break free the shackles 
Strew norms asunder in my path  
I break free
Free only to await certain death
Death sweet death I wait for thee
Wait for your arrival
Waiting to be taken away
From the land of captive souls