I guess that I'm fine

There's a sneaky thief that inhabits my inner soul
He delves into the shadow of my heart and creates a rigmarole
There be treasure ahead on the destrted isle
A chest of heart attack bullion  at the edge of a country mile

Forgiven truck stop whore stripping north of a bra to panties in the exoctic south
A collective bearded black coffee drinking lord of the word of the mouth
Traveling an atlas of the side order of steak with fries of cerebral torment
Buried deep in the in the hive of my mind like a gangster In cement.

Deep horizons peacock blue sunsets that take me back to a mountain peak
A tap dancing devil playing ivory keys and ebony freak
That little goat bearded with those eyes piercing and rape drilled cause
The because of the only thing my gypsy loving heart beat and relax and doze.

 A torrid time of torrential rain beats like a slave whipped on the back of window so much pain
Crashing lightening in the asylum that judged me to be insane
And so in this depth of insipid bike costed mountain I rest
Amongst the milk given teet of a swollen breast.

Unto the guidance of the courtroom mockery I bowed in suffocation
In order of attentions saluted in a  man made appreciation
I swallowed the dream of a simple I was
Of a clear ice driven Apple bobbing because.

And that is the end of my the tails tale
No more sleep or the depth we created darkness of a power deep breath to inhale.
That life so extraordinary to this insecure mind of mine
And if you were wondering I guess that I'm fine.