wet hair drips tears down her neck
tracing the collarbone
the ribs
down to the

(skin and bone)

gasp and shiver
it rattles in her chest
she falls to her knees

(set fire to the skin and bone)

starve the parasite within
excise the microphone
the cameras
sever wires
cut the noise
blind to beauty
deaf to screaming
mute to pain

Four play & War paint
Absorbin horror shows
The noises that corner mse
So many foreign coodinates

Drip through my head
I am the messenger
A witch you will never burn
Surely they'll stop hurting me

I play dead
Stuck in fetal positions
Just a symptom
Of disease.....
Probably

I'm a parasite some might say
So excited when your dead
Last 8 minutes where the
Brain stem shares

The mountains
You fail to create
Download from your database the endless wishes
You facilitate


We arrange to make love
Oh,  but make haste
Flashes attack before they fade
I like the fact that you can hang

Background folk rap
I bet this my soundtrack
Where I conjure compassion
And scorch out all of my bad habits

Rig up the riot gear
Ready the weapons
Slow up my heart rate
I will no longer
let this anger take me

Four play and war paint
Derranged
They have trained us
To crave what's dangerous..

Life of a $&%!#*-%^3(!&

Whispers,
Screams,
Conversations,
Music,
Demands,
Preferences,
But never silence.
Dear god there is never a moment of silence.
The things they say,
The things I see...
The things they make me feel.
As if there are eyes burning into the back of my skull.
Watching...
Waiting.
For the perfect moment;
When I'm sad,
Mad,
Lonely,
Vulnerable.
To catch me at my lowest,
So I will obey every word they so elegantly whisper
From the back of my own mind.
Ultimately my own twisted thoughts,
Paranoia,
Fears,
Anger.

Life of a Schizophrenic

I remember the moment
I knew they were watching—
the moment they became of thin air.

but who were they?
our mothers?
our sisters?
our friends?
could they be everything
wrapped up in one?

so from that moment forward
I lived in a fear
of them staring & spying—
judging every last move.

will they always be watching?
god, please say they won’t.

on that late night
i saw the train
with all its lights
as it began to rain

i seemed alone
but i saw you

so i wrapped my head
in caution tape
with a feeling of dread
and using my heart as a drape

i picked up a rose
and pricked my finger
as i stood and froze
and you started to linger

i couldn't escape
the sudden stares,
the sudden glares
i was left to hesitate

while paranoia did the same

she ran
from non-existent footsteps
paranoia
kicking in
from a lack of meds.

a white
metal
locked
shack.
with the stench
of bodies.

a stuffy nose
at the worst time
promised her demise.

a peek
in the window
peaked
her curiosity.
with only a splash of red.

another window
left open
to air out the stench
led to
no-longer-****** bodies

and she screamed
but not for very long
because the knife
peirced her neck
and the scream
turned into silence.

I often hate my brain because
it seems like it’s favourite
hobbie it’s to turn everything
into a negative thought.
Calling everything pathetic
and making me feel guilty
when it’s about someone else.
It’s something I wish to
change about myself but I
know it’s not possible.
I hope to be able to shift
these thoughts since it’s not
healthy to live in a constant
state of pouring rain.
I’m sick and I need the
sunshine to take it away.
- rained-on.