Paranoia painted
all over my face.
A dark dance
into the wilderness.
a last embrace
with clear thought being
waved into the distance.
Some small talk, in whispers
that slithers through
primed ears.
Walks on blisters.
Shivering.
Scared to tears.
Paranoia floats
like a bag blown
on heavy wind.
It swoops into your face,
as you try to dodge
its smothering descent
into your personal space.
Not noticing
the looks of disgrace,
peering inwards
from your own eyes.
As you sigh
and frown to blustery skies.
Paranoia leers,
prying through
your mind to find
all of your personal fears.
Then displays them in a case,
for all to witness.
You shake
from the witless
sense of injustice.
Feeling
your fitness to be around
has vanished. Self-punished.
You pummel to the ground
like hailstones thrown
in angry outbursts
from the clouds.
Paranoia breathes
foul scented breath.
Can smell its acrid scent,
like rotting meat and cigarettes,
as I take
the next staggered step.
I feel it tingle
on my neck. It mingles
with the hairs bristling.
Fighting with my sanity
to find out
who will be king
and at the moment
it is winning.
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