Bipolar

What is this I’ve, found now alive, in this field tried I have to survive? Lost is the even feeling leaving is for the healing I am bringing. But I haven’t yet had all my pills to cure me from all that will kill. Board it all up I use nails drive in the feelings…

Schism

I was teetering on the edge of sanity. When the rage I an ocean felt rage sea. At that age I saw love die so young. I saw the ample ill made corruption. Unyielding cries up unto the room cry on a leather couch I heard all did I yes I. What slaughter I’ll render…

From Desert Sun

I know your fast, in the wind gasp I do my breath as I sit here I grasp. I would think us before was more than what resides upon halls floors. The sections of my mind is such a warehouse of it, memory of touch. Tears and blood I slip where I hide all the…