The Tour

Needs none.

If we meet and delve into each other's minds

what, at the deepest parts,will we find?

Search on the inside,

you may find a flipside

of what you may see and may fear on the outside.

I must warn you before you go in

my mind's tempo changes from thick into thin.

Remember this now, and keep it on hand,

and don't say I didn't warn you as you come into this land...

Come in the mind and heart of me,

And I will show you the part one just can't see

where I intricately operate

rationally recreate,

sorrowfully deviate

and long to be free.

Maybe you need more

Let's walk some more.

Here along this shelf we see

my hatred is bottled for you and for me

and my life appears as a tragedy.

Oh don't worry though, dear,

you won't see my hate here.

my hate is all bottled up on these shelves

for when the some fool gets curious and delves

into my hell bottled up on these shelves.

take the stroll on down deeper, and next here we are

A chamber of light, stretching out far

This room, perhaps goes to show my uncanny and fantastic ability to slow,

your heart's beating

by treating

you as if your life was meant for this meeting, 

What exactly do you mean, you say?

I'll have to explain it to you in this way:

When we meet on the street and you look in my eyes

You see a light there that tells you no lies.

You see a great deep there, lovely and wise.

Don't ask me why I've been given this gift,

and I tell you, it has caused a great rift

in my thought

in my heart

and in between me and my friends,

But let's shift.

That didn't scare you much?

Oh...I will show you such

That your heart would feel such a rush

Follow me, you'll be sure to blush.

We come to a hall down deep in my head

And the things you might hear will make you drop dead

Screams

Hurts

Misunderstandings

And a slew of whole dreams that met a crash landing.

Strolling along, there's a series of doors

And out from behind them continuously pours

Howls

Wails

Whispers

Wars

Scared yet?

Aware yet?

Maybe, if you don't know me,

you won't find this poem useful at all, yet.

Proceed away from the doors and the terror

And follow me down to “a pool of great error”

You should know just one thing before you dive in

That what will happen to you here is representation of sin.

Deeper and deeper and deeper we dive

the water the water the water's alive

It grabs at your clothing and grabs at your mind

until you find, until you find...

darkness does nothing yet does something kind.