Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howlsWithin the wintry confines of my mind.Now is the winterOf my discontent.I feel your veilover my eyes thickening.What is reality? I reach for it,But with broken hands,I can no longer grasp.And now as the veil...

How thenam I to mention theprocess of molting withoutelaborating my own desecrationwithout describing the evaporationof my divine inner plumageinside this stillwaterstorm of sunshinethe truth of light banishesmy bright gleaming feathersbeneath the blaze of her warm summer raysmy decimated colors...

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Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...

When I’m depressed I go to sleep.It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.I don’t ever want to wake up again.Because whenever I’m awakePsychosis pulls me into darkness.So, I go to sleep!...