Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Doesn’t mean anything to me, at least
Vague and incandescent, we are broken
Vision demons disrupting time

This is the true meaning of insanity…

The void…sinking inside
Reality broken, a dead rose, Ill fit
Fractured parts of time, coming apart at the seam
We are nothing but broken parts, gone crazy

This is the true meaning of madness..

Synthesizing madness, incisive overthinking
Am I real, or just a dream, on repeat…
An uncontrollable urge to analyze,
Analyze, analyze, analyze

This truly makes mad men of us all!