Fryderyk Franciszek Adam’s Reviews > 4.48 Psychosis > Status Update

It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

watch me vanish
watch me

Black snow falls
in death you hold me
never free

the final period
the final full stop
look after your mum now
look after your mum

I think that you think of me
the way I'd have you think of me

Speak
Speak
Speak
ten yard ring of failure
look away from me
My final stand
No one speaks
Validate me
Witness me
See me
Love me
my final submission
my final defeat

warm darkness
which soaks my eyes
I know no sin
this is the sickness of becoming great
the vital need for which I would die
to be loved

behold the Eunuch
of castrated thought
skull
unwound

All I know
is snow
and black despair
Nowhere left to turn
an ineffectual mortal spasm
the only alternative to murder
Please don't cut me up to find out how I died
I'll tell you how I died

What came before was just the beginning
a cyclical fear
that's not the moon it's the earth
Dear God, dear God, what shall I do?