I like my world
It's different from yours
I'm sure
I see the movements of still objects
Pain is two things
How can describe that
I feel my bones rotting
Under my skin
It hurts
But that's okay
Pain is also something
Easily discarded
I like my world
It's full of cresting
Thoughts and ideas
Dreams
Of sleeping and awakened hour
of music as dark
As I sometimes feel
Or as lost
As I wonder
In my mind
A grand maze
8  dimensions
So in the end
I know my world is different
from yours
What's yours like?
Is there a radio on
With all the songs
You listen to?
Well I am breathless
As my masks
Lock in place
Maybe one day
Someone will see
The world inside of me
But for now
I like my world
It might be dark
Some days
And light
Others
It is mine