An, overwhelmingly, familiar voice disguised as an angel, it sings, choosing to act as on an illusion, while forbearing all reasoning
Dancing visions, sway is tune, while listlessly misplacing a smile; my sins, withering in my mind, answering nothing, like an incessant child
It sounds, like an orchestrated hunger wanting to feed on consistency, a sultry king, taking everything, and leaving not, but insufficiency
This orchestrated hunger, it grows to a subsection I shall fade away, tomorrow I shall answer my turmoil with more poetic words, I shall say
To this hunger, wither in darkness, oh wretch, you take but not give you turn my happiness to anger and my mind an analytic sieve
To the one almighty God, take this voice and in return, restore Your loving light; set free the slave, hollow deep inside; and prepare me for the fight
The voice…incessant masterpiece Feigning night, reclusive thoughts
Dancing visions…wither away Waltz into the light, oh thought, I pray
Doomed eternal…sinful last act I beg the one inside, give up control
God save…giving in, not up My thoughts are impure, he has control
He redeems…praise be For, death felt, like a distant relative
Father please…forgive my cries The end is too near, I need You
Is there another one inside Listless and impure wretch…waiting Does he wait and hide Shadow who stands…contemplating
The voices that haunt, are they my own thoughts A reality, bending to the will of lesser evils Turmoil haunting an everlasting night Am I my own demon within, out of control
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 