Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

I feel everything
I have ever done wrong
No differences in-between
The sounds are the same ole song
Evening skies fade
Petals weeping and weak
When blue skies turn grey
Constant urge…blood that wants to creep

Make me sing
Listless days, bitter cold
Wretched things
Frailty obeys, stories told
Between the lies we hide
Broken days unsold
Every time we abide?

It comes around at night,
beautiful and untrue
Like the days we’ve known before
Listless nights to never live…