An empty reflection, a feeling of choice
Shadows overlaying an intention, no voice
Departed from hallowed hatred avast
Spinning and demanding a veil be cast
Damned, are The Who fantasize on the side
Say, the ones, that follow with no pride
Quarrel, and you shall be cast out
The mortal form to be dashed about
We are broken and can not recover
So we shake apart our love for one another
Listen, and with no offense, be heard
Speak the truth, we are weakened,we hurt…
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 