Thoughts In My Scitzophrenia Poem by BlacknessRose ...

Whispering voices in my head
Strange shadows on the wall
Chained to my bed
Noises in the hall

Bars on the window
White all around
Hearing the woes
Of the people bound

Open fields in a dream
Hearing cries and burning trees
Waking up in a dead scream
Quieting down to crying pleas

People in white looks so pale
Stern faces carefully placed
Am I in jail?
I'm being chased

Burning trees scorched field
Runing from shadows
Pain to be healed
From the foes

Screaming kicking them away
Injected syringe gives some pain
They leave the workers of the day
Finally I see, I'm insane


(Dont get too comfortable, I might rewrite you, you poem... Grr..If you were lost I watched a movie on scitzophrenia and wrote this poem like a person who had scitz would...or I tried -_-; )