Every nightmare that seeks to find
Purchase in your very mind
Creeps and crawls and wriggles there
And then your brain beings to tare.
Doubts that seep, and leech within
Are your excuses growing thin?
Can you hear the wolves that bay
At the door, what do they say?
Is it them or only you
That feels the chill creeping through?
Are those eyes upon your neck,
Do you dare turn to check?
Now the feeling's taken hold
And your secrets all are sold.
Who then is left on your side,
Where on this earth do they reside?
Your broken thoughts do contend
They all betray you in the end.
No hope will your mind allow
Paranoia has you now.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
Every nightmare that seeks to find
Purchase in your very mind
Creeps and crawls and wriggles there
And then your brain beings to tare.
Doubts that seep, and leech within
Are your excuses growing thin?
Can you hear the wolves that bay
At the door, what do they say?
Is it them or only you
That feels the chill creeping through?
Are those eyes upon your neck,
Do you dare turn to check?
Now the feeling's taken hold
And your secrets all are sold.
Who then is left on your side,
Where on this earth do they reside?
Your broken thoughts do contend
They all betray you in the end.
No hope will your mind allow
Paranoia has you now.
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