Faces change a thought remains shattering the silence. Can't trust what I see so make me believe that anything is real Nothing works and everything hurts as the visions threaten to drown me To me, nothing will get nearer than the demon in the mirror knowing that face isn't mine Seeing my loved ones shift to something into something that shouldn't exist burns with a pain only I can understand The devil whispers in my head makes me wish I was ---- as the shadows shift beneath me Voices distort and fall to pieces now I see what's left beneath us. Broken glass and blood that's mine Unholy voices, eyes divine. a whispering aria is my only defense a way to put the demons to rest So faces change, that's all I see and now it's only you and me.
This was a poem I made a bit ago when I started noticing the signs of my schizophrenia. it captures the terror I once felt at seeing things that weren't actually there, and how I defeated it. (sort of, it's a work in progress) it also has an underlying theme of how life changes and shifts and I can't get comfortable with what's happening now, because soon the faces around me will change, and I have to deal with that. but it turns out that I can't hear any voices when I'm listening to music, so i'm a huge music fan!!!
