huH?

Found a place
where file cabinets melt
and cats are dead.

Logic replaced with icepicks.
They enter the brain with a spray.
Wake me from deep dreams screaming,
eyes rolled back; horror my friend.

Reasons made solid
but such fearsome shapes they take.

If this is reality, let me continue to dream of other vistas.
Let golden avenues of light fill the crevices of my cranium.

Crazy doesn't begin to describe.