Schizophrenic

[SierraSchizophrenia]

I hear the screaming,

It's pounding in my ears,

i cringe as the sound grows near,

my worst fears have been relised,

death is just an escape route from all the voices,

yelling inside my head, making me wish i were dead,

the figures i see seem so clear to me.

Black bags hang low under my eyes from lack of sleep,

blood shot and shallow, I wistfully wait for it all to end,

this is the way it is,

this is how it will always be,

All these voices chase me...