Insanity, the most pernicious state of mind,
With the ghastliest horror of the mind attainable,
Seeps through the mind like water and oil trying to be connectable;
Goes from catatonia to the irascible mind and full of depression,
Rage like the most apoplectic person on their confession,
Confusion to the highest degree, one where their mind is turned into combustion,
Reality is not what it seems, but known all too well,
Like the chronic sufferer knowing death all too well,
Reality is passed through a veil, only to be taken by hell;
And the delusion is chronic to the most deleterious illness,
Passed through the mind like a nail in the head, without regards to wellness,
The pain is all too attainable
Like the man on the death bed is the end procurable
Psychosis is the deletion of the mind.
This is my first poem I’ve ever done, so it’s not really that good; But was wondering for your guys input on the accuracy of the content of the poem?