[/CENTER]Prisoner Of The Mind The smoking of the spirit, flames burn within, embracing each breath. The forest that hides from the soul the center of earth, the sounds of conscious, hides behind reality denial that sing social paths of destructions. Fighting the battle with decisions. Fears of self that blinds any hope of recovery prisons that cry for release, I wake a fell of dark. Oh the beard source of shame the submerging houses of safe. Knowledge to conquer, wisdom to understand, unity with self raging the concepts of bars. Within these prisons there is no release. Like a schizophrenic the script continues to turn Lonely that creeps in without rehearsal the mind Creates its own. Solitude that hide, within these walls. Chains that eats the source of mind, old souls that lives Within my veins, pain that screams I am the master of mind. The scripts of the books of life each moment I speak to the higher power Guiding me to the light, the finial script has left the mind in a bird cage that sings behind the bars. Dissolving emotions, Upon the sky’s, The harvesting the summary of the past.. I am he, whom thy seek, Thou gravest love, From thee, who gravest me. Taste the scent of instant defeat consciousness that fall upon my feet, The cycle continues to change the jungle of abnormality , fortunes of no inheritances, grains of dignity without growth. Battles of the walking dead Each moment of thought. I sought the essence of peace, the calm heart, prisons before the dark, the thoughts that shivers, among the who am I that lives upon the forest., the heavens open, with the song of great thoughts, flashing storms below my feet, Mind upon mind, spirit against soul, Denial upon suggestions, legally binding the concepts of mind. .