SchiZm IntelleKt.

(Let’s start somewhere…)

A point on the paper… Bleeds.
Down.
Down.
Down.

And another slash of crimson magma,
Thick.
Slow.
Drowning…

Gravity plays with heads, hallucinations.
What
Is
That?

Skull, crows, black nightmares
Stone.
Cold.
Alone.

Cracking bones, stamping feet.
Draw
Another
Line

Down we go again, darkness consumes.
Where
Is my
Angel?

You think I can’t fly or freefall?
Watch me.
Watch me.
Watch me.

They got it so very wrong.
There’s
No
Light.

There’s
No
God.

There’s just you…

…

(Is this what happens when we lose our minds?)