Old mens mouths

Sick and twisted
this is me
this is you
and this is them
but, it is more true for some than others
and I believe that
this is the case for me

I sit and I think about those things
that cast a shadow on my mind
on my thoughts
these doubly dark thoughts
plague me now
chase me down those thin winding streets

and I can't stop them now
I can't remember how
I used to be able to turn around
hold my hand out
and command them to stop
and they would
disappearing into that ink like fog

I wander around the Rome that is my mind
this dark version of the light that we've created elsewhere
the clouds swim in the sky
every so often there's a break
and the light shines though
lighting my way out
of the maze

European streets