schizophrenia on broadway

i've been scribbling these letters for days with no end in sight. i am the infamous playwrite and slowly i am becoming one with the pages. my veins meet where tragedy is forged. i sail through seas of ink and brainwaves. leave me to direct this stale plot. the light blinds and brings perspiration and panic to the surface. behind every princess lurks a villian. everyone in this room plays thier role while i memorize the script from front to back. i came to rescue the princess from unsuspecting danger but i arrived to find her singly sweetly to the cold corpse on the floor. he made his bed in a pool of his own blood while he slept peacefully with a knife forced firmly in his chest. this battle in my own head has always defined who i am. i feel the bullet make its exit through my skull. i am sinking under imagination.