Rhythm ..

With your head gently pillowed against my chest, 

with my heartbeat echoing in your head 

like a tribal drum beat, 

don't deny your heart's racing just as equally, 

because I'm aware..

Schizophrenic Suicide

They made me do it. The voices. Inside my head. They wanted me to kill the demons that live inside me, feed on my nightmares, butcher my arms, trying to find ways of escapade. 
So I rammed a knife, 6 inches deep into my skull. No more voices, no more demons, no more waking up to beads of sweat lined on my forehead. Finally some peace. Blissful peace