Careful what you wish for - so they say

Change the thoughts - they’ve said

You’re in control - what they’ll tell you

But what if..

What if the death of thought has wished for you

Changed you into being the victim and under their controlling spell wondering through the darkness for a glimps of light

Listen to me when I tell you I’ve tired - like actually

Tired to gain a tight grips as I fall through as the abyss of black whole of mental death