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My faith has been like waves on the ocean surface
Rising and falling in the storms of this caustic life

I've let my trust in the Almighty falter
I've let all my hope fall into despair
The cares of this life gnash at me
Searing my soul with burns
But my Abba holds me
He doesn't let go
Been a long time since I've added to this series...
Doom laden
Light my way
With candle of blackest tallow
And flame of brightest white
I follow my nature
My gravitation
Without question

Godless and lawless
Out of the wild I came
Still wet and trembling
Hairless and bared to all
I lived off the fruit of the land
And open to the sky
As is the way of my kind

What did I know of fences?
Or of lines on a map
All I saw was plenty for all
I knew nothing of money
I knew only being fed and being hungry
So they called me thief
They called me savage

Doom laden
Light my way
With candle dripping tallow
And flame of dimmest red
With hesitation I follow
Stumbling and lost no doubt
Yet still I follow

                              By Phil Roberts
Why can't any one els here these voices other then me?
I've asked them to talk to other people but they wont hear my plea
I feel them watching when I'm alone
I hate when people think I'm crazy

They have made me their home
Twisting my thoughts as they roam
Change my memories as they multiply
I am lost and have become their little drone

I never know if what they say is a lie
If I was ever alone I would cry
But since I am not I scream
When I hear my kids will have them I want to die

I have asked doctors to scrub my brain clean
They are working on a scheme
To infect others by over throwing my head
I pretend to not know what they mean

I am in so much pain but still I dread
Being dead
But control I must redeem
So I slit my wrist and as bled
They told me this was just a dream
Violent dreams curse my vain tries at sleeping,
**** and death await my closed eyes,
Like a siege schemed by my mind,
Not letting me forget I'm always dead.

My thoughts, still waking, slip to slumbering darkness,
Terrified of the horrors my mind generates.

Zombies don't eat brains;
Demons do.
Written 26 March 2016
Words can’t describe the way that I feel
When I look into your eyes
I hear your silent cries
Through the stillness calling out for me
To pull you from the void

I want to reach into your soul
Banish your demons, silence your screaming
I just want to make you whole

I wish I that I could see you fly
Spread your wings and soar up high
But to see you is not to see you
Cos something else wears your face
And to be with you is not to be with you
Cos something else shares your place

Words can’t describe all the things I see
When I look into your eyes
I see through your disguise
Into your soul, staring back at me
Through the windows of your cell

Trapped beneath those layers of pain
Screaming for release, drowning in defeat
I just want to break your chains

I wish I that I could see you fly
Spread your wings and soar up high
But to see you is not to see you
Cos something else wears your face
And to be with you is not to be with you
Cos something else shares your place

Words can’t describe how much pain I keep
Hidden deep behind my eyes
The tears that I don’t cry
You don’t see the scars I hide beneath
I just want to set you free

But I know I won’t see you fly
Spread your wings and soar up high
Cos to see you is not to see you
Since something else wears your face
And to be with you is not to be with you
Cos something else shares your place

Soon you’ll lose control, break your oath
No matter how you fight them, can’t always hide them
And when the time comes they’ll **** us both

Copyright © 2016-2017 KF
Written with dual interpretation in mind. 1) From the viewpoint of somebody in love with a person suffering from schizophrenia, 2) From the viewpoint of a schizophrenia sufferer, written about themselves.
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