Falling.

Bitter, jagged, harrowed thoughts protruding on my mind.
Unsavoury hunger, howls for a fix of destruction.
Sweet and gratifying, scarlet thoughts tumble from this edge.
Coy and unsuspecting and innocent. In aura.
Substantial grace.
It waits for you.
Chaotic voices, hushed murmurs.
Waiting for his kill.
Feeding.
Leeching.
On the 'norms'
On my sanity.
I receive the blame.
I drown.
I drown.
No pills, no cure this time.
Suffocate, succumbing to his throes.
Mr Schizophrenia, sadistic, beautiful ghost.