•Unsteady psyche• On the floor, adorned With blood and gore, I leave my soul, bare For everything is fair, When one is about to tear, The psyche that's tipsified By gloom and doom, By hope and love, By all that's absent. //Unsteady Psyche// I await for the daylight To seep through the door- The fragmented door; It halts midway. I yelp and weep, Scathe and soothe,
