This fugue of despair that haunt my brain,
In visions, voices, swamp me in disdain,
Till all my hope is gone, happiness spent,
That packed its bags, made for the door, and went,
Captive to the dread of visions I,
Feel as if devil has toppled my sky,
These errors, offspring of my haunted head,
Are from the realm of Hell born, reared and bred,
At my battle my strength was not staunch,
As parasites of voices bleed my haunch,
As through paranoia and delusion trudge,
As I captive before visions, Devil the judge,
I, cast in chains of voices, chase for light,
The facades of the world? Sick of the sight!
Yet being strong in essence, I fierce fought,
For knowledge more than what the visions taught,
I rubbed my eyes, and stared them deep, and found,
That they had no real Form, and have no ground,
Visages or mirages that I saw,
And magnifying them, I spot the flaw,
I stretch out to Heaven, take me away,
From Hell, as I go soaring through clear day,
A journey start on trembling, frightened feet,
To Truth, and Bliss, that I, relieved, do meet,
Not oceans fathomless could quench the thirst,
To be hurled back to glory, fathomed first,
When I was well, had sovereignty of mind,
But then the decoys of delusion find,
In the array of falsities that plague,
And take away one's power, vision gauge
Plunge one in to things that art not real,
But to the Lord of Heaven, my appeal,
And for my destiny? It be to soar,
Through real eternity, forever more.