Twisted thoughts inside my head
painted in shades of black and red
where silence is never heard
haunted dream reality blurred
pain so real I fear for my life
dissecting myself with a dull knife
I wake up screaming in a cold sweat
feeling the bed it's soaking wet
I tried to calm and catch my breath
one of these days it will be my death
and on my tombstone I will have it read
died from twisted thoughts inside his head
copyright©2020Patrick B Vince
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