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Walls of paranoia
You sit in a room that's dark,
It's silent, pitch black.
in hope of hiding from the chaotic tragedy of the world around you.
A creak in the floorboards due to the natural rotting of a beam that has stood for too long, becomes a demonic presence creeping towards you.
Your mind becomes the origin of paranoia itself.
What was once your home has become a prison,
Your own mind keeps you inside the walls of the voices that you hear and illusions that you see.
******* will do that to you,
But if they try hard enough, so can people.
People can drive you to the point where you see things where there's nothing but empty space,
And to a place where not even the moments before you fall asleep are silent.
A sewn up mouth to stop you from telling their secrets, you'll never unwind the truth that you live to anyone who could help.
Isolation will destroy you, eventually.
This explains exactly how I feel at the moment, the world is so corrupt
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