Collect My Thoughts

Gathering the jilted rush of a dilluded synapse,
appearently drooling mad by a mere collection,
of brutal ransacked thoughts cast upon the rocks,
incapable of softly crawling to calmy embrace peace.

Down unto the slime covered caverns of supressed memory,
dragging the bloated corpse picked by devious consequence,
these coarse thoughts reside impatiently to break,
my blatant hellish domain of a conscience differed.

Waking the dishovled nightmare that will not perish,
its mountainous due has reached towering over all,
Depression and Anger haughtily subdue it's servants,
whom cannot free themselves to fly over the barren skies.