Shattered Thoughts


I control the world,
My thoughts control their minds.
My mind is filled with pain
That is burning me inside.

Voices mix with thoughts
That inundate my brain.
This is my song that I sing to the world-
Stolen thoughts, and shattered voices,
A shattered mind, and eerie madness.

My song I sing
Is of voices screaming,
Calling out my name,
And crying in my ears.
Shattered thoughts,
Shattered minds,
My thoughts control the world.

I control the world.
People manipulate my thoughts, and
My identity is robbed.
This is my song that
I sing to the world,
Shattered thoughts, and broken dreams.


I control the world.
The world controls my thoughts.
Eyes penetrate mine,
As tears fall that cannot be seen.

My identity has been robbed, and
This song I sing to the world is one
Of eerie madness, an empty heart that
Cannot love, a lost soul
Who owns a life that cannot live, and a
Wounded sprit that cannot weep-
This is the song I sing to the world- nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide…


Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)

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Crying Soul
(A lyric)


I glance out my window on this morn,
To see peace roses that adorn
Every garden that I see.
To nature’s wonders
I own a key, so
Why do I only think of dying?
What can I do to stop my soul from crying?

Today, to leave my home, I fear.
As I do the voices that I hear, and
The thoughts that I believe are true-
Oh, if anybody knew…
Why do I only think of dying?
What can I do to stop my soul from crying?

Every morn I wake up weeping
After another night without sleeping.
All I do and say seems wrong, so
I just carry on with my song.
Why do I only think of dying?
How do I stop my mournful soul from crying?

I know today I must leave this space,
And run far from this place,
To where the woods are near,
Amongst the fir trees and dappled deer.
Oh, why so I still just think of dying?
How do I keep my soul from crying?

In my solitude I stand,
With an outstretched hand
That is reaching upward towards the sun-
Oh, the delight to be the only one!
My soul no longer feels like crying-
As not for a long time now, shall I think of dying! (schizoclaud)