Silencing Them

People think I'm crazy doing what I'm doing, but they don't' understand what's going on. Faces twist in the dark mist, as thoughts unparalleled to any I've had before race around screaming. All wanting to be heard at once as they pound on the inside of my cranium, not allowing me to concentrate on any particular one, numbing my senses and locking my jaw shut. People just don't know what it's like in here, fighting for the ideas I've had that are being strangled by my thoughts. That is why I do what I do. Going where the music's loud and the light flash in spectrums of beauty, it may not silence my thoughts, and I may never resurrect my ideas, but when I'm on the dance floor I can't hear them, they can't scream that loud, and the feelings produced by the music and the crowd heal the dents in my skull causing a temporary feeling of bliss that makes this thing we call life more bearable.