mindset one

Enter this unbroken mind, this undying attempt to make something happen. This drive. It consumes me, and I want to make sense of it all, then to make him see. His blue baby eyes.... But what am I saying?
Bergrer would never understand.
You never thougth you would see me in this sense, did you? Some say I look like a dangerous fella. Do I? Now I feel the need to go all out and mix things up a bit.
Stop trying to make this make sense. Just go along with it. Pay attention to what the words make you feel. That is the way of my words. For they make no damned sense.
Cigarrette smoke, strobe lights, and I'm sleeping with my head in the clouds. He's inside my soul, never to leave again. Obsessions of change, to paint a new picture on the walls of my mind. I'll never undestand. Why didn't he tell me before? It's too late now, all is lost. I'm sinking, spinning, and I don't know which way is up. The sun has set, and I'm afraid it won't ever rise again.