Schizotypal Thoughts

 Where has the body gone in it's path?
Disappearing before the wake of the crowd.
The earth moves without you as nothing is everything
A part of the lives I become unintentionally.
Whispering like a candle I may be
Sitting alone underneath the tree
Seeing it sway in the wind but then 'whoosh'
A piece of me has died along with it.
The sky just may be in a cloudy way
But I see it as ominous today.
Going upstairs there is no God.
My room is dark and cold like Hell.
No Angel rises to protect me as I fall
So why should I pray to this God at all?
Some days are filled with despair and hate
But all isn't right with the way I ate.
Maybe if I place a hand on my neck it'll be okay
Nothing but everything there from the gesture.
I loathe you all for being so precious.
Though I'm sad that no one is here today
Guess I'll go panic where God can't see.
In my room.
To disappear.