Mind Game

The smell of decay, is ripe in the air
Filling the senses with deaths lonely stare
Stretched flesh that is plied onto a bony frame
A meatless corpse hangs until the moon calls his name
The evening stars conjure dreams that come alive
Bursts of light calls, the inner demon to arise
Stench of breath, vile and impure
Mind game begins, to his will allure
Created by a sinister mind, trapped in a dream
The flow of this nightly nightmare, is a dream
Heart thumping scares that get caught in the throat
That aimless lost feeling of stuck in a sinking boat
Dark and evil are puppets on a string
Pulled and led by the mind, who is King
The ruler of every breath and each pounding beat
Controlling fear, craves its sweetest treat


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