Creatures Of Psychosis

I feel the creatures of my brain
running their claws
against my the walls of my mind
driving me insane

I sense my lifesource drain
ripped by evil jaws
as they take whats left to find
with intent to feign

Monsters numbing me with pain
left me with my flaws
and everything else behind
Thoughts I'll never see again

Behemoths filled with disdane
rupture me without a cause
Disturbances for wich I never signed
until what's left is a mere stain



Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-12-10 at 21:45

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Have you ever considered that psychosis is a condition which has been created by a society more concerned with seeking comfort in "normality"? You my friend appear to me to be quite normal. Now, how to get the majority of humanity to step out of their television-fed, mass-media-marketed civility in time for yourself and many others to be accepted as part of a creative and indeed necessary existence? That I believe is the big question, and perhaps it is the one that is causing you to express the resolution seeking thoughts you have shared in this text.
2009-12-10