Unwanted thoughts from somewhere else.
Certainly a mad creativity,
 
I don’t even have to try.
No mater what the stimuli (not that any is necessary)
Contrasting it with the foulest suffering pit
Not always quite so bad, but this is what I get
Even if rationally I should be jumping with joy
My mind has become some demons toy.
 
After a few years of this constant harp
The barbs to me seem not as sharp
Not that it maters much because they are still there
And on me they constantly wear.
As water falls on rock below
So it is on me, even if I “let it go”
Gouged and grooved
Its effects are proved.