Thoughts crowd into your head
No time to think, judge, act
Seeking a plan, language turns red
Few facts to help, result on tact
Some thoughts never settle
They eat away slowly, quietly
Daily testing your metal
But so so quietly
Time passing doesn’t aid
Evil continues to whisper
So often I have prayed
To try and eclipse her
You can resolve never to have a response
Take thoughts to your grave
But you know what evil wants
You have to stand up and be brave