Prisoners of Mind
Prisoners of Mind
Haunting melodies of things long gone
Played their melancholy tune
Along the mantel of ancient relics
Hidden in the cavern of doom
Twisting their way through the
Tunnels of mind
Seeking the light of day
Their tune so muffled they are barely heard
As they struggle to find their way
Nearing the light playing a wistful tune
In excitement they raise their beat
The rhythm speeds up
The harmony too
Their journey almost complete
But at minds gate the sentries of mind
are armed and ready for war
No prisoners may leave they will fight to death
Rather than face what has gone before.
In a whirlwind of anger the melodies strike
And play their painful tune
They thunder along the tunnels of mind
Piercing memories they have strewn
Back to the caverns of doom they go
To plan their next escape
They plan they scheme and cleverly design
A way to leave this place
If not the mind then it shall be the body
What other choice do they have?
Freedom is their natural state
And the body is the easiest plan
Their tone adjusts accordingly
Out of harmony they then play
Subtly disarming the bodies sentries
Never knowing what came their way
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