in my head,
there is a black lake.
i wade in the black pool
my eyes black
there is no sky
there is only the lake
and my head floats above the water
just enough to pour out into my imagination.
crushed windpipe\
here is where i heal
here is where i reside.
it is a cold lake.
it is a very cold lake, indeed.
and there is
no risk
of intrusion,
there is no map,
and no, you will never find it or see it.
because it exists only in my mind.
come for me, demon.
i am ready to lay waste unto your bones.