The thoughts and images,

inside my head.

Will live on,

long after I’m dead.

For, they speak louder,

than I ever can.

It’s my way of expression,

to help you understand.

What it’s like having a mind,

that never sleeps.

The memories keep haunting,

the past that weeps.

Infecting my thought process,

enabling it’s power to stop.

I need to find the switch,

that turns this thing off.