Life lived in reverse, doomed to repeat ecstasy and pain. Sickened sensations yearn for a moment. Only to release the viral threat upon creativity. Mourning only the beginning, and to celebrate an end. We are too much for life to maintain, and to far gone to recover. So, we wander, into the night. Lost to a feeling.
My sanity begs for release, from a tainted thought. Twisted little things so they are, begging to see more. Asking for something else to what they are. We have been taught to avoid the damned souls lost to insanity. But what to do when that soul belongs to one of us. Are we becoming that soul, forever lost we seek an answer. Into the void…once again.
When she spoke, her voice demanded audience. Lest we be stuck here in place, never to return. When she speaks, a resemblance to the sounds of ecstasy, to enslave a victim. She is a snake, set loose on man to forever forgo a momentary loss of self. Be my guide to the edge and let go. I shall be set free to return once the void has been satisfied.
We wander through the grey mist, that is the void. An expanse spanning lifetimes. Nothing…just a never-ending stretch. We are alone, utterly alone in this place. Emotions are just a misplaced sensation. To feel nothing and yearn for reasoning when reason can’t be reasoned with.
Cater to the damned and be forever labeled as a quitter. For in this place, we seek an answer, one to satisfy the void. It must be taught to avoid those thoughts, lest we sink deeper. Can we maintain our normality. Or are we utterly seeking an answer to the unknown. We don’t know.
The voices that control thought, lost to any sort of reasoning. Misplaced, misled youth’s guidance toward a light. Where so are we now, still inside the void? Seeming so, a wanderer lost to the void. Ageless in time and just a figure to be seen. We are the rancid sounds, belonging to a thought.
Who are we now, but God’s failure to maintain. Abstract reality and a fractured mind. The yearning for tomorrows cure. If so, we are yet to be seen. Please tell me why I run, trying to escape the void. To recover an emotion that remains hidden. Away from you and me, it seems.
That rancid thought once again, or is it the ones trapped inside, begging for release.
I ask you now, “are we returning only to fail once again?” If so, I can just remain as the tension can overwhelm. Pushing inward toward an insecurity, for we wish to remain hidden from my thoughts reach. Inside we find our inner most self. This one hides in the corners of my affliction.
Testing my resolve and my strength to refuse a liquid cure. Who are we inside this place, this void? For it is a place where thought can imprison.
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 