In the death of this mind, <br />many dream you will find. <br />Not one of them good, <br />not one divine. <br /> <br />In this, the heart of the demons land, <br />this is where I plant the seed. <br />The seeds of doubt, that formed this land, <br />have made chains unseen, <br />to bind me to this mind. <br /> <br />The devil sits and I by his side <br />smile as the lost souls die. <br />I listen to tormented screams <br />and anguished cries of pain <br />yet I still mix the pot <br />with the iron chain. <br /> <br />In the death of this mind <br />many thing you will find.<br /><br />maria goodison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-mind/
