The winds beat around inside my hollow head
In the walls of my palace
As i once have said
There's a storm inside my hollow mind
A torment of thoughts
With clouds full of pain
This stain rages on
And it can't be contained
The wind weaves around my numerous columns
And bounces off my walls
The sound rings and echoes
Throughout my aching halls
This pain grows each day
Every second i'm in bed
Can anything suppress this storm that rages on in my head
The thing that grows inside
It's getting hard to hide
The pills stop the wind
But the thunder still remains
Pounding its electric shock
Sending the pain into my brain
Only time will tell
If this will ever quell
Or keep getting stronger
And bigger each day
No one will know if it will happen
But maybe i can learn a lesson
"Don't think to hard, you've seen what can happen"

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