Criminal of Mind
My thoughts flicker around my mind like subway trains in the dark
Never staying in order
Never still
If one was to enter my mind on any given day
The fate of your own sanity would be at risk
My thoughts would imprint onto your skin
From foot to head my own imperfections would cover you
I would never invite someone to have the experience of feeling what I feel
It would be a crime
My hands would be cuffed
Send me to a crowded county jail cell
Let me rot for causing indirect pain
No one should have to endure
Feeling pain with such great severity
That they must drown out their thoughts
With copious amounts of whiskey and cigarettes
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