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Writer's pictureKev Crean

Schizophrenia

Voices in the dark,

Whispering through the void,

Their melancholic song,

Alluring and dangerous,

"Come with us!".


Alone to fight,

Alone to stand,

Alone with all,

The candle burns,

But gives no light.


Shapes and forms,

Shadows and glimmers,

Sights unseen felt through sound,

They check-in any time they want,

But they can never leave.

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