de schizophrenis

the war had raged long since

the valleys themselves were aflame

the dark legions stood at the borders

biding their time

 

that they should not conquer all

i retreated to the mountain pass

the dark place of the soul

to hide in madness

 

there's a peace for those who are broken

every darkness a light will find

and we poor prisoners will one day walk free

from the chalk and diamond chambers of the mind