It seems that I wrote a psychodelic poem

When I was dreaming and spelling this poem and woke up immediately to write it down:

I'm tired of Quietness
Quietness like a lead pot hanging above us
There is an obsessive mess in the @ss from Quietness!
Even angry vermins die from Quietness.

Beat the black tum!
Spread your brains over the walls!
With your mouth hole reveal the sounds of the train
Which is tired from rusted mentality of rails!

Train from the bridge....
@#$%^*&*&^%$!!!