in the flood gates, shut my eyes
the well in the back of my mind
that stores my darkest thoughts
and releases them at the same time
every night
about 3:20am; when the sky is its darkest
there's no hint of sunlight,
Or particles of lightened morning
sky

and i feel the hemispheres of my brain
tormenting each other and I'm sitting at the
front of my mind
Listening to them annihilate other compartments
of my personality
which were born fragmented
and i want to get a thought in, maybe ask
a question
I'm just a spectator at my own thinking
which is dark, poison and most probably deathly