70,000 trains running at light speed
All heading north; left, right & centre.
Yesterday's bloodshot tears remain,
That mouldy brain is deeply hesitant.
Every silent wisp has a deafening ring,
The padded walls enclose the sanity.
Paranoid movements, elusive thoughts.
Things that go bump in the mind.
Discarded ramblings scratch the eye,
Murdered memories dutifully dug up,
Perverted wits only covered by night,
The deep shade shadowing the sickness.
Aching reflection, powerful madness.
Wet dripping brain needs a mop or two,
Cold sweat trickles down the stressed spine,
Counting down the slowwwww hours.
Saving grace. An injection of reality.
Sunshine and rain doom the feelings to repress.
Life is here! A mental cipher, to relax
Until the smirking moon crawls to its rightful place.