Upon an evening Introducing the cold dark night Beheld a starless sky Not a spec of light I felt a presence linger Upon which I could touch no finger In my mind there brushed a feeling So quaint and bizarre Perceived from immediate space As from afar Someone staring at me Glaring at me Gazing into my soul Taking me deeper down the rabbit hole Ambiguously shifting between good and bad Slowly but surely driving me mad I have been ****** with this curse It hurts like a disease It just keeps getting worse Am I who I am? Who I am supposed to be? Or am I just an empty husk A shell of the former me? Continuing to stare my conscience down I hardly ever smile, I do more than frown Yet I have to go on Hoping I haven't sang my swan song Trying to elaborate on my way of thinking I used to resort to heavy drinking To keep my mind out of the quicksand sinking Staring death in the face I see it winking The devil had a hold on me That I know for sure Conniving, plotting, misleading, deceiving The things I had known to be pure Is the path I am on now worth of believing? Or are the tiles shambles And am I still schizophrenic in perceiving...?