A mask so curious,
as to inflict madness
Behind one so serious,
eternities spent in a vastness
Listless days descend
into moments of sadness
Ones we condemn
as they take less practice
Weakness, presented as a veil
We attend to its whims
for, as to, we prevail
Shackels unchained as sins
Slowly, As we can now exhale
Our sins unbearable grin
We begin to retell…
Reality is simply this,
one not so pale
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 