The Death of The Mind

walking along a dark narrow street,
Two men wobbled along on their feet
faced with a world of illusion,
Warped images,
Warped minds.

As they paused for a brief second
demons cackled,
scared and alone the men walked again
Dying for the last time,
Crying pain.

No-one was to hear their cries,
No-one was to hold them when they died,

Death is welcomed with a smiling face
as they held each other, alone and afraid
Death comes then leaves!

Walking along a dark narrow street
Death smiles!

The dark and narrow street, where death did smile,
changed further onward, . . about another mile,
into a heavenly world of wonder, a place to finally rest,
for two friends passing, life's never-ending test.

Walking along on a dark and narrow street,
together, not alone, . . .along.