The air is cold today,
but i'm safe in this jacket.
The steets are empty,
But I can still hear the racket.
The cars and the life,
The things I cant see.
I can hear the commuters,
but they can't hear me.
Like a ghost in public,
almost invisible.
The feeling it gives me
is so inexplicable.
I'm almost happy,
That I'm left in peace.
But it starts to become eerie,
these empty streets.
I begin to wonder,
'Is anyone there?'.
I'm starting to feel,
that I'm in someones glare.
Should I look back?
or is it just me?
If anyone's there,
do I really want to see?
I hear the footsteps,
The feeling of fear.
Someone's really there
and there getting near.
Is it all in my mind?
Surely they're just walking.
Are the following me?
Or is it my brain talking?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
He shakes his head
and tries to clear his mind.
Getting worried in the moment,
'I'm sure i was feeling fine'.
Perception becomes twisted,
Truth becomes lies.
Paranoia is knocking,
He's broken all logical ties.
He checks behind
to see who follows.
A chill down the spine,
inside he's hollow.
Sense is hard to find.
This fire started from a spark.
The pressure inside his mind,
Stretching and tearing the world apart.
Mania.
Depression.
They all leave impressions.
Pcsyhotic,
Traumatic.
'No need to be dramatic'.
They don't know.
They never will.
They think its a lie.
'I was sure i was feeling fine'.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
The day is clear,
But the fog is so intense.
It's not something I can see,
but it's something that I sense.
Grasping my brain,
distorting every thought.
It causes no pain,
but I cant remember things before.
It becomes unclear,
the times it was all ok.
Was I once happy?
or was it always this way.
Like old worn videos,
the memories are fading.
Do I really remember,
or is it just another daydream.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC