When I am Gone

 
If you were to crack open this skull of mine, you would find an ordinary looking mind,
Grey and red of course,
In a body limp now with dead,
But when I was alive,
Madness would thrive,
The lump inside,
While I was alive,
Seemed crazed and programmed only to make me cry,
Filled with life and thoughts of death,
Anxiety lived with every breath,
The creatures I found, (or possibly made),
Now gone; drowned,  
In a blood found in the messy mind of my cracked brain,
Showing you nothing of the torment that grew,  
It doesn't matter now,  
It's all over and through; and I am glad it will never infect you.