By Dan Hoeweler
I think a thought
Of which they take
They create an idea
Which is fake
An idea that was mine
A thought that was fine
A heavenly vision
On a mission
They take them so boldly
And kill them solely
To enslave and control me
And trick and fool me
I’m starting to think too much
They know it now
I feel my memory
Being erased somehow
What was I saying?
How am I here?
Who am I speaking to?
This is so queer.
Yes! Our thoughts are stolen in that dimension! It is absolutely true! And it is very weird, to say the least. We, as schizophrenics are in contact with similar beings, because I had the same experience as the writer of this poem did. My thoughts and emotions were stolen. Can people from this realm believe that? Thank you for capturing it in your poem.
Strange how we have had similar beliefs.