Mind-Rend



Tired more than mind can stand
Anger burning hot.
Noise, confusion all around,
More often than not.

Blackness darkens the mind's light,
Your thinking is not clear.
Madness twists the pure of heart,
The end of you is near.

Darkness winds around your soul,
You're in its deadly grip.
Using claws of sharpened steel,
Your mind apart it rips.

A hollow shell is all that's left
Of you once it is through.
But if Fate dealt you the right hand,
Your mind, it could be new!