Because some head exploded (One journey through insanity)

An impoverished Daemon sat, whispering
In a recess of the formative mind.
At first suggestive tendrils spread, slow
With paranoia, hate and dread - And
So the volume and the chaos climbed, till
Shouting obscenities: drowning and scrambling
Cognition most times - It strove to leech
And pervert an existence:
To thrive on fear, then break free,
By committing its' subject to play out suggestions;
Shaking the bars of its cerebral cell,
Chasing ruin through a now unquiet tortured mind,
Which manifest in desperate self-administered cuts;
Or blisters from some stubbed out fags;
Or bursts of violence: Unbalanced and Unjust.

A remorseless contest
In meta-realms of Subconscious
And the Conscious Prime,
Erupted from the core
And the façade fell all to pieces;
No longer troubled whole - but shattered Self,
Void - Devoid of any purpose left to call.
The rot took hold as isolation settled round,
Self-imposed Apartheid splits the rational and the lost.
And so the Daemon gorged and shat
On the imploded remnants in that head;
It fed and fed then choked to death
On one remaining gram of pride -
Barbed with a steeled drive for life -
Silently, patiently waiting deep inside.

For some years the captive wandered on,
In mental purgatory - Feeling Nothing and Caring less:
One of the many concealed dead who walk this world,
Popped full of pills to fix an illusion of existence
And permeate the void inside them:
Masking negativity, whilst suppressing positivity;
Another subject of the zombie state.

Then a psychiatric voodoo priest
Delved deep inside his alchemist chest,
And plucked from a medical book of conjecture
Yet another attempt at psychological salvation;
A tablet of Quetiapine - Etched
With symbols on its front and back:
One more calcium-based promise of hope.
Each day - One swallow flooded the being,
Disrupting each ling'ring fear-flecked shadow
Of the former lurking Daemon.
Cementing each surviving scrap
Of rationale and gentle ways,
Reforming values and distorted ethics,
Till a newly wired, rebuilt subject
Emerged with cautious concepts probing;
Testing out each new found process
As calmed order steadfast descended.

And so a Phoenix from the ashes -
With fewer foibles: Less fucked-up thinking -
Stood unaided, whole and stable,
Each thought its' own - no longer buckled:
Clear in purpose, strong and reasoned;
Bourne from the depths of silent sources.
An offspring of a quiet mind.