Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Temporary and lethargic, this pain exists
Shades of sanity bound for an expanse,
This dark parade, a sort of suspicious languor
Stop talking to the man in the corner,

Open the door to the infinite, into an instance
The dark parade overpowers, no opposition
Existance existing in an infinite expanse
We are parading…

Sitting all alone, and guilty of sin,
Languidly listening to the words spoken within
Opposing control, while shooting heroin
To face eternity with a shit eating grin

In the end, we are all empty inside
Looking for an expanse to escape
Some find it….drugs (just kidding)
We are not listening