Paranoia is my world
In my fear, I make my home.
Another glance over my shoulder,
Because I'm sure I'm not alone.
Death lurks in my periphery,
black cloak and mask of bone.
I dread the day he comes for me,
And I kneel before his throne!
My soul has been claimed!
I'm living in hell!
My life is a game for he who takes all mortal souls,
Awaiting the day I am taken away, a slave for Satan's ghoul's.
Take me by the hand, my child, your destiny awaits. This life can do no more for you, it's time to meet your fate.
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Author:
Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2017 17:09
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Comments2
paranoia, I have it as well. sometimes I cant even go outside. and before I do I have to prepare my mind. I keep thinking people are going to hurt me. I pretend to be sane. that's city life.
This was well written. Paranoia is one of my favorite things. Well done.
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