Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Overcome the apathy, disconnected truth
We, our fractured vanity, the forbidden fruit
A line once drawn, towards the edge we’ve toyed
Reality now gone, journeying into the void

Witch-fed lies, as we timidly believe
The vagrant’s cries, nothing special to see
Listlessly we begin to die, but this is not we
Forever asking why this has to be

The intertwined insanity, a stricken route
Became lost in the profanity, once in our youth
Striving towards a new dawn, only to avoid
The paths of an old pawn, as lines get destroyed

Once uplifted to fly, to not ever deceive
This vagrant’s only ply, is a subtle belief
To never be so shy, and only wish to receive
Or, to rely on what he believes