Felt a Funeral In My Brain

In light an observed heat to penetrate the night I felt a funeral in my brain kind of insane? Struggles to reach the perplexed end yet to what; A dungeon of its myraid calling Now deeper penetrating deeper to its torn crust To equate logic at its visible mile A shade of torn logic in derision What was your parting decision/ One will equate logical persuasion? A vested call in search of its perplexed acquaintance Felt a funeral in my brain kind of lost now insane; Shaped dreams from my hair the pretty child awaits the storm; In eternity's charm fought back the silence from within.... Shades of torn columns of sod branched in its delicate cuff Perhaps this is the place where Nero once tred?