Existence within…Is this reality?
Dwelling, on an expanse of rationality,
Locked in a journey, the void once again
We shall dwell in this place for a time,
Wander through the dreams, void of reality,
An ambit, rancid petals of the insane
Sickening fog as a repulsion of faith,
We are nothing, if only to exist in an absence
Ambient skies, emit the souls of wanderers
The messiah whispers vague truths,
The immortal anarchist, is the absense of emotion
Don’t worry, for we shall never seek the ferryman
Laced in the winters of our eternal dismay,
We danced, for we realized, the true monotony
In times of true insanity, we glimpse our true selves
We are eternally entombed, in prose
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 