My Mind

Ten past twelve
On a dark,cold night
I close my eyes
Endure my plight

Voices echo inside my head
Shadows creep across the floor
The angel from my nightmare
The coffin of my size
The sinister thoughts smother me
The fire bathes me
And the time is running out

My pillow on the bed
Can be used for many things;
A defensive sheild
A helpful friend
And a great listener

My mind is a prison
As I slip from conciousness
Im no longer bound and restricted