Route 44

[On the schiz]

Morose and gloomy I feel
Today. Sheer ugliness on a
Page. My heart explodes
Upon a canvas. Art! Oh
How sadistic.
My soul decays and declines
Company.
A symphony of disturbing
Thoughts and feelings.
Venom rages through my
Veins and I am gone.
Deranged laughter I remember
All too well.
And, here I travel
Route 44 through
The heart of hell.