Followers

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

A Danger To Myself

Locked in my flat, a prisoner in my own home -
And whilst I suffer alone, I am prone
To be harmful to myself
With deteriorating health.

Ghosts come out of the closet to glow -
Reasoning goes out of the window -
Delusions play their screens
To my silent screams.

Different characters emerge
To violently purge
Aggression out of me -
A travesty and tragedy.

I become paranoid,
A timeless void
Of sentences with sentences -
Punishing lenience's.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

No comments:

Post a Comment