He comes and goes within the hour
Bringing with him only a pistol and powder.
To hold upon my guilty flesh,
To torment me with empty threats,
This faceless man–I do not know
Holds my fate of blood or woe.
And even lying in my bed
I feel his metal engraving my head
But all the fear will soon die
when the culprit is a man of lies.
–Wrote this to prove to my self that delusions/tactile hallucinations are just empty threats.
Sounds like strong cbd therapy.
I like to use poems to challenge what my mind sometimes perceives as real. If I can write it when I know it isn’t real; I figure I can look at it again when I am falling into the delusion and climb out of it. I like poems too 
Beautiful poem sharp!
Thanks so much!
Some of that stuff actually happened to me. Was I looking for a dangerous thrill? Too much fear is not practical.
I really liked that sharp! Well done! 
Hello fellow poet! 
@EmilyTheStrange thank you I’m glad you enjoyed
@FranzKafka ello, mate!
■■■■ thank goodness great poem
Thank you very much!