My Mental Rapsody

As I roast on the coals of my inferno, my mind spirals inward. Loneliness sits down with me and rambles in silence, teasing my eardrums with deafening tones of misery and solitude. Scratches form upon my eyes, blinding the feelings in my heart. Shifting ideas gallop across the wasteland of my domain, releasing lost memories from their graves. There they go skittering in the mist, coiling through the wrought-iron gate, licking the platelets from the spasmatic formation that guards me. And as the mental axises split I release Rage from my service, but he stays on voluntarily, frolicking in the chaos and dancing on the casualties of my synaptic wars. So I go back to my throne alone, waiting for the invalid to knock on my gates with my next notion.