KarlDawson

Here I sit crouched in my skull, Piping thoughts to Dev slash Null, Thoughts of wonder, thoughts of pain, A stream of brain-cells down the drain, Here I sit inside my head, Stares from eyes the life long dead, No thought no pain left to forget, Left only with silent regret, But here I wait in silent wonder, Thoughts as loud as primal thunder, Constant torrent end unseeming, No abatement wake or dreaming, Spills from head and into being, From minds eye to visual seeing, To see from outside without knowing, All the worlds and seeds are growing, Taking form like thoughts and memory, Fed by things no talk, too scary,   So sure my skull is dark...