The Mind Prefers to Torture the Soul

There’s no way to stop it  
There’s no way of turning back
For stored away in the cabinet
My heart is turning black
So I ask myself, who slips from reality  
Would you please this once, be kind to me?
 
But the mind prefers to torture my soul
To destroy itself from within
It’s power Is not controllable  
So instead I spin and spin  
It lurks around the corner
I feel the tension in my guts
Then all of a sudden it happens again
It happens all at once
 
The damage is done  
My fears displayed
My mind has won
My heart forever dismayed  
Lids begin to separate
And at once pour and pour  
Alone at sea I differentiate
But the image I see more and more
 
It runs up my shoulders
And slips into my ears
It locks itself away in me
For many many years