Wretched voices scream! Demanding audience from whoever they seek. Damned and forever misspoken we sing the praise. Doomed to forever forgo damnation, for we are withdrawn from life. An antonym to reality so it seems, lost in time itself. Depraved and twisted minds divide. An incandescent smile to hide the outside. The misguided follow listlessly as we wander about the void…the void once again it seems.
Into a pale grey mist, we fade. Wandering along in a soulless absence we find peace. For now, we feel nothing, and show even less. Inside an infinite expanse spanning into obscurity. For we are fortunate to be misplaced in thought and emotional response.
How many ways can a man fade into insignifigance. Absent minded fools that die an emotional death, set in their ways. They are coming for me, for they know now what I am. Something, it seems, I am unaware. A blank stares urgency to mislay truth. Who are we now, but a lie lost inside itself. I am nothing and we are no one.
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 