Mind Palace

I’m drunk in my head , inside my palace ,

The intoxication takes me places astray

I open all those doors, where I can’t enter at day ,

As only when I close my eyes, do I get a picture of grey.

I can strut all I want, none to stop me ,

Shout all I want , none to stuff my mouth

I torture them in my darkest thoughts,

As they scourge me during the broad daylight.

I see monochrome flashes of red all around,

The blood of those I’ve killed in my head .

I do not regret a single curse or their pain,

For faults beget faults , and there continues a chain.

My mind palace has many doors and windows,

Windows I want to jump from , and doors I could never open

Those windows are steep and the doors hang loose ,

Doors hang disgusting memoirs and windows beyond depth.

I’d like to get lost in this amazing jungle,

Having all of me to myself ,

Never waking up in this cruel scrubs world, 

Rather be safe in my personal heaven.