Twelve Hours Alone In My Head

my body has become an institution
of recovery and redemption
yet my mind still dwells
in the insane cesspool of my past
the voices echo in my head
are they talking to me
is there anyone there
to answer is to accept
to ignore is to comply
with all that is being said
the magnatude of which means
means nothing at all
silence as the man walks by
his steps heavy in midnight mist
this twisted illusion mocks me
taunts me with a childish smile
come along take a ride strap into
the greatest attraction in the world
my psychedelic psychopathic
interlude into crazy town
my addiction my domain