A Schizoids Sonata

 I feel I was never real
Was I ever?
No, not, never
I am not really here.

My hearts a black hole for all to wander
A void which none can breach
Though its hard to see in yonder
I want someone to reach.

I’ve tried to run,
I’ve tried to hide the heartless brute that’s me.
I have done exactly that by faking personality.

No love, no pain, no misery.
Not a single harm shall get to me.
Through my eyes my mind can see
A world without pain.

I dream of chaos, insanity
And that no harm shall get to me.
My hands drip red.
I sit there
Wonder
how iv shed,
so much blood
yet not a single tear.