Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

A state upon which torpidity fell
Marching, we, amongst the unwell
Listlessly, we wander, asking for more
Broken, shackled, and filled with torpor

Languid fathers seeking constant approval
Mothers basking, in their blatant refusal
We walk towards the edge, masked and bound
Telling it all, as if death had sound

Shaken from disbelief, we are languid once more
Rejected and refusing to see what for
We awaken to see our own actions taking place
Wondering to ourselves, are we the monsters of our race

In the end it’s like, oh well we tried
Longing for a chance to take back a lie
We must love one another honest and true
And help those we know who feel so blue