INSANE TO BE ALIVE---- A NASTY MESSAGE IN MY HEAD

Nasty  message 
 nasty little head
erection of nonsense fleeing a well made bed
nasty tiny corrected correction
voices strewn on a moving flooded floor
friends  until glass case erupts into the emergency 
hidden in golden fields deceit attacks 
boozed in honest opinions
words lynched at delights sordid requested threat
i danced alone naked yet dressed in falling snow
walking past hates intervention
protected by an inner mask

feasted on the thrown glimpse
starved on tables strewn in heated flesh
wires in this shell enable me to transmit
deafened in answer
Tomorrows whore  has started counting 
im dressed in the stock markets garter
tripping but walking on the water

possessions chest deep in plastic retention
steel claws struggle in holding passions musical destructions
whistle small spectre
white is your grey ,dont forget that day
​​​​​​​you counted  flower bouquets - 
tears which stain stone soon bleed away

and the nasty message in my head
​​​​​​​circles too