Kneading My Brain

It's evening I'm inside the bathroom looking into the mirror opening up my head taking out my brain like a washrag The light flows in from down the hallway bending into the mirror's depths displaying my melancholy face the faded surroundings that all seem gray Wringing out my brain over the sink draining all of my emotions and thoughts swirling down the white ceramic sink all my monstrous desires I apply strawberry-colored soap to my brain kneading it deep into my brain trying to wash out the blood, the filth, the dull textures the voices that repeat inside of my head the torment of my present http://artcomet.blogspot.com