Paranoia creeps up on you,
It doesn't startle with a thud.
It's more insidious than that.
a vast vat of overflowing fears,
dripping over your thoughts
until they are all soaked through.
Trapped in a prison
but the walls don't protect.
The feelings they repel
make you feel more under attack.
The paranoia is settling in now,
It has made itself at home,
with a nice mug of cocoa.
Ready to chill you to your bones.
Darkness feeds the paranoia,
gives it room to breathe.
Room to think.
That noise.
Just the pipes in the bathroom?
Or my fate
walking with chains that clink.
A bang awakens me.
Was it in my dream or reality?
Hazy images flood my tired mind
A lone corpse,
its severed head lay beside.
I shake away the thoughts
that prey on my still sleepy brain
and explore,
no bodies on the floor.
For now, at least.
Though the thoughts
are raining for sure
and I feel my fear increase.
I investigate.
Every light on,
knowing that this
will probably seal my fate,
bring forth my doom.
cost me a fortune.
Receiving the electricity bill
will be my ruin.
Nothing unusual, I admit.
heartbeat raised a bit.
Sleep a thing I’ll have to forfeit.
The paranoia takes a while to subsist.
So, I sit. In my stupidly lit up home.
Like a Christmas light display,
now even the shadows cannot roam.
But at least there isn't a being hiding near.
I think as the hairs on my neck
prickle up with the strange tingle of fear.
I hear a thud.
this time it is right behind me
I turn.
The lights go out.
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