Going Mental -Part 1-

Subsisting in mind a city. Dwelling place of inner youth. Crown belonging to me, full of memory and subjective truth. Darker thoughts, wants, things cutting tooth. Tours are rare but come for a stay. Perpetual dusk here preferred over day. Imagine a monolithic castle with endless doors contained. Me, it's willful vassal caring what's cherished and pained. Reaction and emotion trying to get reigned. Behind each doorway exists a scene. Things I've learned, knowledge I've gleaned. A view inside my head. Next time we'll look at more. My delights. My anger and dread. All found behind a door. Waiting for to open, enter and explore. Existing there, fare to share, strange things that I bring to bare. -Angel Fatale-