Something insane floats around in our minds,
Clouded in smoke and swimming in tinted water,
Something about sex,
Something about death,
Something we’ve all tried setting aside,
That we’ve tried so hard to keep from thinking about.
Something sick,
Something ugly and unpleasant,
Something about God.
Maybe something beautiful that doesn’t really exist,
Something terrifying that really does,
Something that comes out distorted and wrong,
Slimy, unwanted, disgusting and strange,
But it’s there.
Set to a scene of grass, it’s there.
Crying like children, it’s there.
Screaming and swearing, it’s there.
Laughing like lunatics, it’s there.
Blowing out your mind, it’s there.
And if it’s there,
And it can’t be fought,
Why not embrace it?
It’s not that scary, really.
Really, it isn’t anything at all.