Psychosis

I’m not crazy, 
I see things with a third eye, 
Using two can leave you blind, 

I’m not crazy, 
I feel the worlds shifting tides, 

Seducing my subconscious from all sides, 

I’m not crazy, 
I listen to the howling winds, 
Speaking suppressed desires and sins, 

I’m not crazy, 
I smell the sour sage smoke, 
Sinking all ambitions like a boat, 

I’m not crazy, 
I sensed a sensation unfelt previously, 
Emotional manipulation by my own family, 

I’m not crazy, 
I know of another voice inside, 
Buried down where demons lie.