Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Wake up…follow me. 
This feels so distant and impure, 
you wretch.
An absence of thought, 
the shattered pieces I can't seem to recall. 
I never thought I would miss the obsessions.
Creatively drained 
Prozac rationality
Nothing…
Something impure and fake 
A listless incandescence
Glowing dim beneath 
A gentle breeze
Confused
Broke
When spoken
There is no reason
To be…not
Forever silenced 
Innovation dismissed
Absent