We, The Seized

We, the seized
Believe the message:
Hold on tight

The Noise

The noise, it closes in;
It takes my mind away
To where it shouldn’t go,
And where it’s bound to stay.

I wish it wasn’t so.
A life of diff’rent shape —
But all this noise is mine to hear
And I cannot

Escape

My doctor says
The selfsame thing
That causes me
To seize

Sends words to me
Compulsively:
My writing’s a
Disease

The falling evil
It was called
The falling sickness
Too

And I’d write less
If I was well,
But I am not.
So poo.

My brain hates me, this I know

For the doctor tells me so

I must have my pills nearby

Or I’ll have seizures

And die