non compos mentis

non compos mentis

that's right my mind is not right
growing madder by the week
it's the psychotic pulse that I seek
sometimes I want to cut in deep
hysterical chanting in my ear
even when you speak sincere
a deranged schizophrenic fit
I see not one in the mirror
but two, seven, and four
my reflections show me horror
demented voices and words
hell yes !
I'm insane in the membrane
not saying I like it
but I'm done trying to fight it
depression and bitterness is sweet
no longer do I see it as personal defeat
demonic whispers inspire my art
insanity and I
will never depart!