Twisted Poem by Crishana Cobain

Thoughts that twist
Leading to a desireful swift
From earth to heaven
Where my mind shall not be beaten

Getting out of the prison
Like a bird finding its reason
Other than simply loving its freedom
To cure loneliness' boredom

Dizziness makes me lost
Temporarily having to tost
My duties for a short while
To find solace in the taste of rye

Somatoform stomach ache
Destroys my mental shape
From fear to anxiety
To quench the thirst of satiety

Every living second of my life
Shall be counted as enjoyment
With a fountain of accomplishment
Or a deep well of plight