Instant Poem On the Word "MIND": the second I Guess

This I made for my sweetie cousin. She might like it I guess...

Looking forward
Where my sick soul turns
Upon the restless pit of doom
I find the assumed wicked ends of the existence.

And around there,
At the very ground of the sacred thoughts
My mind gets into a deicide;
And fails to possess any faith or belief.

Thus it tries not to show
Its doomy tendences.
And at this very moment,
I hide them:
For they were never meant to be shown.