Paranoid schizophrenic

Whose fate rides alone through the nights to find

No one's really even in it

So surreal it steals your attention

Works on completed separation

No hesitation

When the time of mind

Is just right to ripe

A harvest is what reaps

these lives we strive to live it right

We die to find the light when its

The darkest

Each energetic cord

Created pieces the puzzle you situated by not being able to ignore

A war in heavenly realms

Each angel and demon

Playing tug of war

Each needing each other

To journey to the core

The essence through the mind

You find can be done by

Always being present we

Find ourselves by falling behind