Vortical Mind

In the hot of the noon I lock myself in my room
Staring out the window
A blast of heat hits me in the face
In a corner the radio croaks out
Music for the unstable mind
Screams and whispers
Cutting open my head

I turn my sight and it falls
On a poster in shades of black
The bald man inside covers up his ears
His half-naked body
Dripping in gore
And lets out a piercing cry
I feel my blood being sucked down a whirl

Up float the noises from below
Angry shouts
Things, breaking
Softly I tread the stairs
Grainy photos along the wall
Call out my name with their bloodshot eyes
Their voices, haunting

I reel and let go
Of a mind that is no longer