Listless nights, an opaque crimson darkness
Sanity bares a vague, incandescent glow
Locked in the vacant recesses, I see him
Sanity, I beg you to find your way out!
He hides in an obscure void, in the absence of nonexistence
A vagrant state, addicted to madness
The chorus of incessant chanting, his words
The voices of demons, I can not escape
He shows visions that haunts my mentality
Dancing in pools of excess, he guides
Weary and worn, I listlessly follow along
His words shall forever guide me
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 