In my mind
Are monsters
Untamed, unchained, enraged
Monsters at the gate
Each thought that enters through the gate
Is shred, bled and tormented
Sent into an endless state of woe
I think some more again
In my mind they hide
In my mind they bid their time
Only to chance a crack
In the wall that I built around
The worst one to rush through first is love
Unfathomable even to me
The beast tramples my senses as it ploughs ahead
Leaves them behind in disarray
The monster of lust soon follows close
Indistinguishable but gently bruises my senses
Apologetic in its arrogant way
It rushes right behind love
Longing is my third
And it is the most troublesome one
It just sits there by the bruised senses
And mocks them every then and now
Why should pain remain behind
When its fore runners are swift footed
It just lingers around to mock me
Draw my blood, bleed me dry
And the to insult my intellect
I was born with four, I know,
jealousy and hatred never somehow
For they may be the worst possible I have heard
I have enough to handle here, thankfully
The knight to slay it is Sir logic
Yet he fails far too fast and often
But I admire his will
Of trying a convincing hand of rounding up those pests.