Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos

In my head

Take a look
Inside my head
People barging around,
Sentimental waste,
Chaos, mess,
Noise and pain.
There are thoughts,
Nestled deep in the corners
Of my mind,
That shouldn't even exist.
Thoughts so malevolent
And melancholy,
So dark
And disturbing,
Other hearts may shatter
At one glance.
But not mine.
Mine is so black and
Contaminated already,
There is nothing,
Nothing in this cruel world,
That could possibly damage it further.