In Bed with Schizophrenia Edit 1, trueenigma

[Truerenigma]

This madness never knows it’s mind, nor tempts me with it’s sanity.
I live beside the constant cliff, the sleep-fall step; the rising flood
makes sweat from fear. This is the way of doldrum day
and pointless night.

I turn towards unfocussed walls and slip the knot that tethers me;
then having loosed the Golden Cord I shuffle off the hangman’s hood
that kept me calm. Freed falcon, now, a bird of prey,
I take to flight.

Dark air beneath, above me… void; in wind-rushed circles, I am free
but for the wing that brushes close! The binding twin’s familiar blood
that pumps through me (a heartless pulse in corpse of clay),
will bleed me white. I think this would be better as " a heartless pulsing corpse of clay".

So madness writes another play, another grasped reality.
I cannot hold on long enough to grip a dream, I never could
"..a dream (I never could),
that makes that transit into day.

that transit make into the day. In feared false dawns we slide away comma

back to our plight.

Tectak
2013

Couple small observations.
I think think you can polish this one up a little more, If you really wanna make it shine.

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Brings fearful sweats
Brings fear and sweat.
Brings sweat from fear.