There are freaks in my mind
There are mountains of **** in my mind
There are memories of past lovers in my mind alcoholics in my mind hot ***!
****** up drugs, dizzying drink in my mind
There is an ocean of ink a deserts of Canvas in my mind
Painting on the floor and poems in corners, unread books on shelves in my mind
There are dark alleys, unforgivable crimes of passion, and gutters with freaks sleeping in them
There are dark corners with fear, paranoia, and depression in them
There are pipes that by drain memories into my stomach and make me sick
There’s a poet screaming obscenities
There’s is an artist painting to feed the paranoia
There are friends of the past haunting my dreams
There are days the meds keep them at bay
But most days I am to paralyze to scream I suffer in silence
There is beauty in my mind