Psychosis Read Count : 16

Category : Poems

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The sounds of whispers in my head, as if they are from the long past dead.
Drive me into uncontrollable rage to do unspeakable things.
Cross my fists to strike harm to those who joyfully sing.
My mind blurred from what I see, an illusion or the real thing?

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  • Jan 05, 2022

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