If you have the choice, stay out of my mind,
Because that is where all my demons dwell.
You’ll probably not like all you will find,
In my private psychological hell.
Hallways with cobwebs where dreams unravel,
Purely random without reason or rhyme.
Walking barefoot upon painful gravel,
Fooling deception with visions sublime.
A poor rodent trapped inside of a maze,
As craziness permeates here and there.
Perpetuating a hopeless malaise,
A simple warning so you’ll be aware.
Seemingly scattered, unrelated thoughts,
Hiding until someone connects the dots.
“The most merciful thing in the world… is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.” ~ H. P. Lovecraft
