Psychosis.

Psychosis creeps on slowly like

the setting sun or the turning tide.

Into my mind and down the spine

it doesn’t take much time

before I’m freaking out, seeing stars

hearing voices from afar which

sound so real they startle with their

volume and their tone. Telling me

I possess power, have a "job to do":

a spirital destiny to help the world

a return to love and truth. The stomach

cramps my eyes bulge wide my vision

alters for a while so everyone looks shiny,

like they’re under a spell- have I done this

to them? Hopefully not but the voices

tell me that I have and

I’m destroying all

that’s good in the world.