I got compared to Poe for this one...what an honor...
The Field of Minds
Burning, stenching
Fingers bending
Gripping on the flesh that's ripping
Buying time from every hour
Rushing past the evening,
. . .Sour. . .
Swishing, swaying,
Wind is pacing
Flying, praying,
Time is racing
Growing deeper in the fields
In the minds they are a-breaking
All that's real it is embracing
Everything afraid to feel.
Still the time grows shorter
. . .Thinning. . .
Still the minds they are a-spinning
To my surmise the minds are grinning
Eating, tearing - flesh that's
. . . Stinking. . .
So on fire from the burning
Scratching at the surface
. . .Searching. . .
Yearning for the time to stop
But all of you is rotting off
And all the minds that were a-grinning
Have lost all sanity from spinning
The minds that were have all been
. . .Poisoned. . .
Corrupted from the flesh that's
. . .Sinking. . .
Whose horrid smell has dissipated
And the time has been sedated
Unconsciously severed from the day
When time would stop rotting away
In the field of the minds
Hiding from the breaking times
Grinning at the smell and spinning
Fires exhausted, languish dying
Energy is failing
. . .Tired. . .
The tears have fallen
Time is wired
Stopped you, broke you, time continues. . .
. . .Continues drifting,
Shifting through the minds
Gone rotten.
A-blaze, the putrid scent is raising
Upon the field
The essence fading
[Forever]
Until the minds are full from flesh
Set on fire in the fields
When everything that wasn't real
Was taken, for it couldn't feel
There will never be and ending
Because the time continues
Spending. . .
The Field of Minds
Burning, stenching
Fingers bending
Gripping on the flesh that's ripping
Buying time from every hour
Rushing past the evening,
. . .Sour. . .
Swishing, swaying,
Wind is pacing
Flying, praying,
Time is racing
Growing deeper in the fields
In the minds they are a-breaking
All that's real it is embracing
Everything afraid to feel.
Still the time grows shorter
. . .Thinning. . .
Still the minds they are a-spinning
To my surmise the minds are grinning
Eating, tearing - flesh that's
. . . Stinking. . .
So on fire from the burning
Scratching at the surface
. . .Searching. . .
Yearning for the time to stop
But all of you is rotting off
And all the minds that were a-grinning
Have lost all sanity from spinning
The minds that were have all been
. . .Poisoned. . .
Corrupted from the flesh that's
. . .Sinking. . .
Whose horrid smell has dissipated
And the time has been sedated
Unconsciously severed from the day
When time would stop rotting away
In the field of the minds
Hiding from the breaking times
Grinning at the smell and spinning
Fires exhausted, languish dying
Energy is failing
. . .Tired. . .
The tears have fallen
Time is wired
Stopped you, broke you, time continues. . .
. . .Continues drifting,
Shifting through the minds
Gone rotten.
A-blaze, the putrid scent is raising
Upon the field
The essence fading
[Forever]
Until the minds are full from flesh
Set on fire in the fields
When everything that wasn't real
Was taken, for it couldn't feel
There will never be and ending
Because the time continues
Spending. . .