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...

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!...

Unsighted eyes these are!Blind with hallucinationsyet so perceptive of beauty.I cannot recognize reality,yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.I don’t want to live like this forever.It is not at all what I imaginedwhen I was very young.I dreamed...

     Possessing a diagnosis that makes you feel like you’re living on the dark side of the moon. Psychosis! Why does she stay with me?     Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day...