There(Or ThereAbouts)

There are voices inside my head.

Some scream,some croon,some hum.

I scratch my mind's surface and diamonds filled with maggots come up.

The sky is filled with hopes and dreams of so many souls.

Then dinosaurs and dragons rage in that ever-changing canvas.

I enjoy their fights,something sinister about blood and gore excites me.

Weakness disgusts me.

I look upon my reflection on a river and all it shows are photo negatives.

I see myself walking through the dawn in a strange snowy land filled with bliss and despair.

I try to be there(or thereabouts).

Cause what else is there to do?