Psycho Babble

The soft soothing light

Slowly starts 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 

Death of my spirit

Is my final prognosis

 

The demons start to appear

As paranoia starts to set in

And the unsettling voices

Start to begin

 

As I now wander lost

Within my sickened mind

Escape from schizophrenia

I know I shall never find

 

Reviews

[Pete]

Wow. I could really feel the helplessness, confusion & despair. What a terrible thing. Great title.

[Lorry]

I feel this one. We will never fully understand the mind, because it is such a dangerous place to be lost in, with no emergency exits or the safety of waking to catch us. Wonderfully penned.