Psychedelic Sunset

by Tripp

Numbers...characters - symbols of obscurity
letters...alphabets - they are racing toward me
is the fabric of my psyche, beginning to unravel
are the constructs of my mind, entering into battle?

numbers...letters...
they splash before my eyes
overlap what's true-
their ink-based web of lies
green-yellow-blue
they are here before me
I don't know what to do
the colors they are blinding

The colors, they swim before my eyes
psychedelic characters, through my mind they fly
yet these illusions as they are, surely should not be
for drugs I did not take, for this my eye to see

Confliction,contention, my perilous dereliction
my diction:a reflection, of my own affliction
consumed by, the visual illusions
confused by, paranoid delusions

Schizophrenia - psychosis
am I crazy? Why am I this way?
I'm on anti-psychotics, the high-grade doses
meant to stop what surely may

I sense it, the end is surely near!
for the voices in my head, scream
and it's all that I can hear:
"what does this mean?
what does this mean?
what does this mean?"