Chaos Inside

The messy sheets my body rests upon

Are of silk and white decor 

The comfort beneath my head 

Provide a haven of feathers galore 

But the voices inside my head

Regardless of the comfort they rest on

Continue to bleed and be bled

Until i find the steady thought to act on

The organs in my body

Run smoothly, like a well oiled engine

Regardless of them being steady

My thoughts uneven the rails I travel on

It would seem the smoke does cloud my vision

The tears rust the once was perfect system

Despite knowing my right direction

I'm challenged to make it without complications

And then arrives the mechanic

To clean and repair the damage

Oh how I do love him

Even more so as he eases this roughened havoc 

While my pillows remain the same

My sheets become more tame

With patience I play this game

Of living with myself, 

Inside my own chaotic brain