MindSharks

The water swirls in the washbasin of my mind
Soapy, froathy and bubbling like lava
Something breaks through the surface for a second
Sharp angry teeth are all I can find

I am looking at myself in third person
Watching this strange boy float in dirty water
He won't give and sink like a stone
He keeps surfacing like the water is getting hotter

The MindSharks maul him turning the water pink
They hungerily bite off chucks of his essence
He is not screaming just mildly surprised
Broken and bloody he finally starts to sink

Now I am looking at the MindSharks circle overhead
In the cold water so cutely pink and red
Though I am lying foetal, sweating in my bed
My only thought is I should be dead

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A poem about the mind and about MindSharks.

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