Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Abashed we stood, that we where soulless and grey 
To simple and frayed, that we cast our lessons away 
For eternal rest, did come to solemn thought 
Passing away from the joyul times we sought 

Death sings, but we dance in the midst of its pain 
The listlessness we forever seek, as we go insane 
Reaching out and beyond, seeing an open door 
Thoughts turn away, as we are pacing the floor 

Abashed we stand, still soulless and cold 
Mind playing young, as the body grows old 
Reality bends as existence begins to break 
Thoughts of a new day seem soulless and fake 

God grant me unity and peace in my mind 
My eccentricities locked in, the peace I can't find 
Someday I know this is going to end 
Finding a way to maintain or pretend