raven's breath

Science of the Mind Young PoeIn the science of the mind / There is no forgivingParalyzed I lay here sleepingQuiet as a little childHeart starts beating / Blood rushing poundingMoving quiet as a little lambIn the science of the mindLimbs are bound devoid of movementThe injuries we do in kindAre visited upon us oftenIn the science of the mindTrying hard to move a shadowDon’t bury me I’m still