Psycho Babble
The soft soothing light
Slowly starts to fade
And the grip on my sanity
Begins to degrade
My spirit sinks slowly
Back into the black sea
As I realize normalcy and happiness
Was not meant to be
Devoured once again
By my ravenous psychosis
As Insanity takes hold
Death of my spirit is my final prognosis
The demons start appear
As paranoia starts to set in
And the eerie unsettling voices
Start to begin
As I now wander lost
Within my sickened mind
Escape from schizophrenia
I know I shall never find
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2016
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