Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

The kingdom fell, senseless and insatiable
Upon the reign of a new king, we were unable
A flowing of obscenities where inescapable
When angry voices take control, I am incapable

Left inside, just a fragment of myself
Upon searching inward, there was nothing else
Death comes upon the sounding of the bells
For, inside, there isn’t much left

Guilt comes, upon falling to the center
Back inward, as we begin to enter
Pieces fit together, as a whole, so tender
For, empathy is so, as to render

I can resist the urge
Words flown in a mental purge
I won’t let the voices surge
In an attempt, to be a scourge