mind echoes

 
burned umber liquid thoughts
coalesce in my mind
collecting in my grooves

signaling the synapses
little electrical pulses
arc and burn out

causing my neural network to pop
haywire signals get sent
and the light show begins...

a reel to reel cast of characters
from a chemical reaction in my brain
delusions begin to play

I can see them in my mind's eye
I can hear them with my ears
they have my rapt attention
I'm at their mercy

they fight for superiority
in the city of Crimsin
reality bends, time warps
then the fun begins...

I talk back to them

I don't care who's listening
what do they know?

shh, the spirits are talking
can you hear them?