The Barren Wastelands Of A Darkened Mind Poem by blood red angel

I wander through the barren wastelands of my mind
wondering why no thought could survive for long here.
All I think about is the darkness and pain
that accompany the freezing rain,
rivers of stagnant blood flow all around me.
The demons within reek havoc on my mind
I have no sense of time at all.
Everything is dark yet burning the flames so bright
and the shadow so dark I have no sense of sight.
I’m trapped in this world I’ve made
no one can find me here
no one can save me from the torment I have created for myself
even though I never thought I would go this far
or fall so far from the edge of sanity and reality.
I’m to far gone now for anyone to help my bleeding mind;
it is in ruin the only thing left for me is
to die from the aneurysm that slowly but surely is creeping upon me
the stress of madness is too much for any man to bear
before he losses himself to the darkness for good.
And then no one can save him from himself
they can try for the rest of time
but when the darkness creeps in
all is lost all is gone just before dawn.