Public thoughts intertwine in a world inside of mine:
they fight, they **** and they follow one another.
Thoughts unfiltered - and images heavily so -
clutter the air in an **** of senselessness.  
They attack from all angles, and show love in all places:
They show the purest of passions and the vilest disgraces.
Here one man's cringe is another mans thrill,
and one woman's cage is another woman's will.
Here the voiceless can scream from their fingers.
Here they can hide from each other and themselves.
Here they can rid any question that lingers,
and scream from the old stinking web down into the delves.