somewhere in the shallow darkness
inside the unquiet corners of my hollow mind
underneath my facade of cliches
covered in cobwebs to hide
what I hope you will never find
lies the ego no one knows
a killer like instinct
borderline animalistic and insane
brought down like a lame horse
in a course of consquences
that have changed with age
my thoughts so extreme
I dare not say
I fear to speak what I truly think
as those who know me best
would die in disbelief
and at times I can’t believe
the horror of things I now believe
the horror of things that I have seen
that I try to subdue
with time like a deathrow criminal
but it’s deep and subliminal
and its impact is anything but minimal
envious of the encentric
for their pure sense of thinking
thinking outloud in the face of rhetoric
rendered useless by numbered sheep
that swim in pools of vodka
while trying to drink myself to sleep
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
