In the darkness
of the soul,
it is always 3am.
That is how I felt,
when I walked the lonely corridors
to the defense lawyer's office.
It was like a scene from CSI
and I was merely acting
a role,
this cannot be true.
But anyway,
I've done myself in
Big Time.
Am under psychiatric treatment
for schizophrenia.
This cannot be true.
But it surely is
as I popped the schizo pills
maximum dosage
to control paranoia.
Its like there is
a raging stranger
that resides deep inside,
erupting to come out
at the worst
possible moment.
How does a woman
speak of love,
when neither her words
nor actions
remotely reflect it?
How does a woman
speak of love,
when both her words
and actions
cause intense hurt?
Now it has
driven me
to clinical insanity.
I should have listened
and let go,
when I had
the chance.
But I am not one
to live in regret.
Take responsibility
and pray
for the best
possible outcome.
So help me God
