The Paranoid Schizophrenic

The paranoid schizophrenic
He hears strange voices in his head
Wherein exist the evil forms
Of groundless fears and morbid dread –
Oh, those relentless mental storms!
He’s like a schooner in a gale
Moving with a tattered sail.
There’s neither silence anywhere,
Nor harmony of time and space,
But pandemonium everywhere,
And bitterness in every place
Where all the elements collide
By which he never can abide.
He must escape the awful dread
Of doubt and apprehension now!
Still the voices in his head,
By every means, no matter how!
He knows no hell save that within
Himself alone; he knows no sin,
Except what constantly he hears
As undisputed facts of life;
He knows no wrong except his fears –
The inner depths of pain and strife,
Perceiving fantasies and shades
Of senseless images of Hades!

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