Cold Tonight

Cold tonight
Mind doesn’t feel right
War has been death of light
End of all is in sight
No will left, no fight
The great have no might
Here is the final blight
Cold tonight

Cognitive Decisions

Cognitive decisions are hard for me
Too often I think with the wrong head
When will I learn, when will I see?
If I keep it up I’ll have no one to bed

It’s just that it’s hard to think rationally
There’re so many options, it’s easy to forget
I must remember that most serve me detrimentally
I can’t become comfortable enough to think I’m set

Time's Ocean

Drifting through Time’s ocean
Your mind finds a potion
A dreamlike state rolls in
And your eyelids fold in

Floating through Space’s hall
You hear faintly a call
But the air is so thick
As you helplessly fall

Landing on Sanity’s net
You hastily make a bet
With the nowhere man standing there
That you never lose Russian roulette

Swimming in Death’s pool
A haze makes you the fool
And here there is no rule
But this Hell is quite cool

Searching through Memory’s banks
Your mind’s gun is shooting blanks
And Death’s key clanks
While your body slowly tanks

Ambling through Night’s stars
You reach ground that is hard
Your journey’s gone near and far
And your mind’s got nary a scar

Falling for Sleep’s trick
The flickering of consciousness’ wick
Slows as your grip becomes slick
Your mind’s thoughts become rhythmic
And consciousness reaches its last tick