Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Fragments of yourself, arrested pain
Resinating a release, onwards within an interlude
Spiraling obsessiveness, keeping a calm rhythm
Who are we, less we be judged?

Cause, not obtain, interest in shame
Enslave a sliver of truth, that no one may obtain
Listless minds shall naturally raise their hands
Let them question themselves quietly

Upon the completion of a thespian war
The damned rise, we are they who speak
Lavishly, within a rancid night, we suddenly realize
“We have been judged”