Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

This world…This…disillusioned fantasy
Bound by the only, one true existence,
That sets you free…this body made me,
Only an illusion…

Speak to me, and give me a purpose
Gentle sounding words, spoken in tongue
The wretched dwell amoungst the living
I am an illusion…

Fractured with intuition, illicit sins
Insistent upon some inner turmoil
These creatures danced naked
I am only an illusion…

We
We are
We are nothing
We are nothing more
We are nothing more than…
We are nothing more than…innocence

I am locked inside,
I beg you to reason with him
To bare down on his better nature
For, he shall be the death of innocence
Am I an illusion?

Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
I am more than an illusion!

This shall spiral down, out of control
But, control is only an illusion
Something out of control can’t be tamed
This was only a dream