Artistic death, the failure of a dream
Avast in the sins of our nightmares
Withdrawn, from far more than it seems
Adrift, we are admitted, we are nowhere
Say the things that will take me away,
Tell me you are proud, if only in an instance
Taken away, from the words you meant to say
Remaining calm, if you have the patience
We are doomed, a slithering truth,
Seasoned for the fall of mankind
No structure in our apathy, poisoned fruit
For man, remains unkind
Reasons exist, but remain unfound
Inside the faces of bewilderment
Happiness, that’s hidden, in a shroud
Forever feeling this indifference
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 