Dear psychosis, your unending season is now the winter of MY discontent! Lowly your voice howls within the wintry confines of my mind. Thickly your veil covers my eyes and I feel a coexistence between Hell, and peace. But what is reality?   The once-lived serenity of...

Bizarre delusions painted upon my life’s canvas.   Psychosis dripping with striking dreaminess.   Amidst wispy clouds loom romantic castles.   A bodiless poet with fleshly hands   scribing wild, surrealistic thoughts.   Brushing hallucinations within a utopian mind.