The dichotomy in the mind

A penitentiary of ideas
stored in a warehouse of hope
surrounded by the cells of the brain, leery
stopped by the ravenous thoughts, so deary

Ideas and the melancholic sadist
make such strange bedfellows
while the disgust foments the exemplary in me  
my persistence is stymied by evils, fallow

Pristine thoughts are eluded by the rouge
The rouge in me makes no room, but for smug
An apprentice of tragedy, my mind is filled with travesty
A blanket of mockery, covered in the glamourous itinerary
Of thought-provoking, incredulous "eurekas"

The brains cells stay calm. They mean no harm
But the lines and intricate designs overwhelm
Oh so convoluted the mind!
How can it keep the whimsical thoughts together, bind?

I pity the strenuous trauma it goes through
of emotions, and pain. It conceals for no gain
But the blanket of pain, needs ideas for the same
For they coexist. They need to function as one
The tragedies of my life, lead to some gainful outcomes.