Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

This disillusionment is a fading of truth, that truth being reality. This feeling, could it be the void all over again. A sort of numbness, a fading of truth insistent upon a question. Have I seen this before? Can I tell the future? What comes next? This is a pulsation of numbness, and an overpowering loss of emotion. Reason is lost inside this fading of reality. Yes I do believe that this is the void.
Tell me please how long this will last. Faded inside like a dream. For, this reality is nothing more than a dream. But, how do we awaken? If we are stuck inside this dream till we die, does that mean death is the only way to wake?
There are more questions than answers. The void has me stuck. Is this purgatory, some sort of punishment? I know that regret is an illusion. Another form of control. We are stuck inside this dream and can’t wake up. I know I am dreaming because I feel completely detached from myself. Lost on some sort of other plain of existence. Some other reality. But I can see that I am perfectly locked inside of myself. If the void could be explained by a word, it would be purgatory.