Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Schizophrenia



The words arnt enough
The actions dont suffice
The message doesnt penetrate
Your armour cold as ice
The philosophy goes unheard
The theology wont stand
In desperate attempts to reach you
I sink ignored into the sand
No pressure or reasoning has effect
There is nothing that I can enforce
And you sit innocently in the corner
And there is not a line i didn't cross.

And you still sit there, vacant expression and all
Lost and afraid and persecuted by your invisible demon
In awkward silent stance like your rag doll
In pain and delusion without reason.
I fall.
You sit there in silence
I cry
You don't realize you're passive violence.
I try to explain but you don't believe me
But this is not my fault
I want the best for you but thats not what you see
I loose you by default.

Now a time has come where I'm more like you
I blame science and your mother and God.
Why would they do this to me too?
Give me you, but then turn out to be fraud.
When I meet you I keep emotions cold
When I meet you I match your mute
I'm stiff and ignore the conversation turning to mould
I sometimes wonder if you meant, all along to pollute.
But being like this is the only way to deal
You're disease has infected me through loosing my love
And even though we may never heal
I'll never regret turning into what i was always secretly afraid of.

Melting into madness with you made my life even when i was persecuted and cornered.
Because, for a short while, it meant that I knew you, and I am honored.

1 comment:

  1. Thats deep love!

    "passive violence", indeed! that's the GANDHIAN way of committing violence, but violence all the same!

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