Poisoned Vessel

It happens when I'm hypnotized,
I begin to create these sins.
I slowly see the evilness,
turn into a heap of grins.
Over and over I visualize  
the cycles that will never end.
Until i can begin to pretend  
that maybe i haven't lost myself within.
What happened didn't stop there,
as the man began to tear,  
everything until I was bare.
In the reflection i had cringed,  
to watch myself be burned,
although there was something
I had still silently learned.
That to fly away is quite the charm,
so I would release the  
thoughts that may alarm.  
The mind rushes as my eyes close,  
It felt as if I had been chose.  
My spirit arose from the bed below,  
the poisoned vessel released my soul.