Sonnet From An Unsound Mind
Sonnet From An Unsound Mind


It's not pleasing, when the voices in my head go up to the cealing
There's something ominous inside me that's creeping
Or am i dieing in my living?
My world seems to be thin, like an obsidian blade
I feel it as it bleed, my very being getting decayed
I'm falling inbetween a mind and heart at brawl
where silent demons scale walls as they crawl
In my chest is a gruesome storm
The wound's all clotted it's not good for my mind
Not for my kind
I look in the mirror and i see the voices take a form
Really trying to put me outta my sorrow
But my insides feel utterly hollow
I keep picturing my ending, and it seems so unsettling
I'm trying to burn the bridge within
Just another wasted human
Weighi
ng down this skin
It's chaotic inside, that's what fate decides
Different version of me, inside all that the voices reside
Which one to listen to, which one to turn to
To the left where there's nothing right
Or to the right where there's nothing left
Both shouting, I'm trapped and i feel it too
I wonder if my consciousness helps me
My mental state keeps on detoriating
I know when the time's right, this life I'll falter
Maybe a little hope in the future, it might make my decision alter
But i think I can't carry it all any longer.
Well it's such a jest to name this "Sonnet"
When structure’s rules, I’ve not stressed upon it
Dear readers, think what sense aligns
An errant heart with ordered lines?