29 Jan 98
Psychosis

Soul is now feeding off my minds disarray
And my heart is encased in insecurity.

Unsure of my next move,
As the last one fades away.
All thoughts - a knife - cutting my flesh,
Leaving me to bleed.

Bitter jealous hatred.
This selfish one cannot see past
The unrealistic reality
Of her sombre, thoughtless dreams.

Memory of the first move was absorbed by the night
And now the stars are all that control me.
The final move - yet to come.

Insolent remarks to hide
The pain that lies beyond.
Past the outer limits of the furthest impending thought.

Open window, now closed - curtains drawn.
Clear glass now hazy with shameless discontent
And the flesh now thoroughly stained,
As the last bloody drop is drained.

Pale, motionless body.
It’s soul is now at peace.
A blood bath on the floor,
Impetuous mind, discontent no more.