Schizm

SCHIZM

I am helpless folded into this little ball
The ink runs dry moistened by my tears
God has punished none I don’t believe
Heaven may fall now Earth will save me
Cool breeze upon my face burns so harsh
What comfort is there in the care of another?
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
I sit too still to know the room sways
I mute my listen speak to none of them
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
What faces look at me they say things
No faces! Just the hearings of my earrings
Ha! Ha! Man speaking little words big
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Cannot get the words out of me
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now
Gone now, gone now, gone now, gone now

- Poet Darká

--a note on this poem--
I know some of you may find it to sound like ridiculous babble, but that's because it takes the view of a Schizophrenic person, it's not meant to have perfect wonderful structure, or make much sense to the "sane".