I Write Dark Poetry

welcome
ladies and gentleman
may i present
the chaos inside my head
step right up
dont be shy
come on in and enjoy the ride
around and around we go
like a merry go round of hell
on a rollercoaster
where every turn has a spike waiting to cut
every elevation is on fire
going through the tunnel like a bottomless pit
the hall of mirrors
is an insane asylum of images nightmares are made of
projecting into my eyes like electroshock therapy
im stuck in a adrenaline rush
from the black hole of a neverending fall
on a loop
like a tape being rewound and then played back