Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Disbanded truths, to an imaginary enemy we lie

Abandoned hope, lessons learned, nevertheless

I tried to make you believe, whispers in a lisp

Faces ignoring pathways and narrow doors

 

Open hearted open mindedness, wasted in rhythm

Confounded in confusion, listlessly defined

Taken from a notion, without ransom we are no one

Built then buried, just to hide the lack of affection

 

It doesn’t feel, feeling without heart, heart and wisdom

Branded for detention, taken to a hysterical notion

We are not real, nothing in part or passion

Break the panic, become who you should’ve become

 

In the end it’s just a lack of realization

Questioned over in repeat, to create internal panic

Are we real, is this a dream, is this a truth or a lie

We just can’t imagine