Psychosis.

It’s a different kind of,
Motivation.

A darkened kind of,
Emotion.

A wrong but fitting,
Solution.

An answer cause to,
Evolution.

I keeps me crying for,
Some peace within.
I makes me find,
A doubt in everything.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis,
Which I can’t repel.

Feeding on the wrong,
Information.

Dancing in my head a new,
Recreation.

Looking for a reason for a,
Revolution.

Or is this just some kind of,
Natural selection.

I keeps me crying for,
Some peace within.
I makes me find,
A doubt in everything.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis,
Which I can’t repel.

I think that I should start,
My own religion.

It seems the only sane,
Explanation.

No one thinks I’m crazy,
If I call it devotion.

I’ll forever me remembered,
For my contribution.

My life will be,
The front page.
Defying death,
Create an age.
Demons in my head,
Inside my psychosis.
Which I won’t repel,
So they treat me well.