There is one that madness portrays
With his eccentricities locked away
Inside his eyes, they are soulless and grey
Shameless and incandescent, as if to say
Damned up by time, his flood does grow
That's washed away seeds of life, he has sewn
All has faded from thought, winds have blown
His mind is lost, no thoughts are his own
Twisting fingers control his eyes
Manipulative pondering happens inside
He honestly wants to open up his mind
But, deep down inside he wants to die
Damned if to be, damned to not
He can't retrace the pathways he's sought
He sees more, honestly, than he aught
Forgetting all the lessons life has taught
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 