A Poem to my Mind. Breaking the Spell.

Infernal Mind you have put me under your spell.

Your intoxicating fumes ceaselessly excoriate me.

Your spell has me down on my knees.

I am your disciple in bonded servitude.

As your devotee I pay homage.

Yet you are never placated.

I ask myself:

Why do I believe you?

I believe your false promises of heaven!

Yet hell is my bed!

Mind, from this day forward,

I break the spell.

Mind, from this day forward,

You are not my master.

Mind, from this day forward,

I pay homage to myself.

Mind, from this day forward,

I lay flowers at the altar of myself.

Mind, from this day forward,

You are my servant.

Mind, from this day forward,

Your thoughts have nothing to do with me.

Mind, from this day forward,

I renounce you as I renounce all illusions as real.