My mind

My mind a withered rock, with patterns of rough ripples. my thoughts a cloud of haze. widespread, unreal
the words they fly out of my mouth
or choke me,so do my dreams.
my eyes are a trap.

my body is an infected wound
i'm always confused
i go where as it feels right
it is a dark journey
ithounts with in my mind or hides in my thoughts
my flesh peels away
outsid of its skeleton