The Schizophrenic
Saved, I must be
From within my hollow self
My inner thoughts
Are my unpaid tolls
Of my heretical wealth
Living in a madness
Is as living in hell
Within this dungeon
The metaphoric bell
Chimes grow louder and louder
In each revolutionary spire
Of that ticking, tocking clock
I fight the minute
And I fight the hour
Afraid to let this lunacy flow
As my tongue forked from flux
Chaining up the demons
Escaping Pandora's box
The sun shines so bright for thee
Your hope in rays
But for I, the dreadful reminder it is…
That I must live upon this Earth
Just one more day!
I cannot, will not any longer stride
Or stroll among the streets
A hermit within a darkness
That muffles out the rings
A man whose need is forgiveness
Arms tis’ folded
And upon my knees
My heart bleeds
And and begs to He
Am I forsaken?
Yet, doth I still live?
Through these years
Tis’ now alleyways
Of shadow stench fears
In a rubbish life
A human soul of filth
The question always rings
Throughout and within my head
Do I still... exist?
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