The bleach falls to the ground
Spilling free, cleaning dirt...
Peaceful thoughts, slip into her mind,
As she looks around, remembering, for one last...
A snake-bitten voile swirls
in murmuring winds, passing on...
My fist clenches,
and I realize I'm in the stage of anger...
The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...
I beg you oh dear
schizophrenia, spare me...
Built up walls around me isolation
dark matter of my own creation...
Sitting and thinking
a fools only hope...
I held the knife,
Away from myself...
Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...
Like diamonds she was beautiful and hard-
What cares have she, that her poet is doomed...
Everyone wants to be liked!
Even kids who have their hair spiked...