Over my shoulder, in my head
Hearing voices, wishing me dead
Find a safe place to escape them
Talking to others? I condemn!
I think others want to get at me
Leave my things; I must flee
Change my name, change my place
Change my hair, change my face
They still follow, persecute
When will the sniper ever shoot?
I hurt all over; aches and pains
Skull-splitting headaches, migraines
At my skin I scratch and chafe
Chips inside me; I’m not safe
Who is friendly? Who is foe?
They follow me wherever I go
Shadows surround me; are they real?
Or their forms they can conceal?
Try to stave them, try to fight
Push off white coats with my might
Reality breakdown - it’s too late
Four padded walls are my fate
Fists bloody and broken, skin and mind fraught
My new dark eternity comes and looms
And with the unending horror of my last sane thought
I’ve finally realized that madness consumes