Mind

In my mind, looming around the corner I possess
walls, rooms, stairs, and secret passageways.
My windows have hysterics and taunt,
I'd guess you could say that my mind can even haunt.
The floors creep, crawl, and then slither and fall,
and let me tell that is just not all.
There are doors that lead to nowhere,
and to somewhere,
and then some that lead you to places
that have all kinds of faces.
The air can sometimes be light and thin,
then it changes to heavy and thick,
and then sometimes it just even makes you sick.
My hallways twist and turn,
and even start on fire
and begin to burn.
Now, there is one room
that compels me to be insane
for every time I sleep in there 
I keep hearing an on coming train.
But the best place of all is the cellar
for it hisses and coughs,
and even cackles as it laughs.
Darkness dwells there as it breathes and mourns,
and then emanates all kinds of apparitions, visions, and inspiration,
and then I see Jesus standing there with all of His salvation.
What else can I say about my mind?