Poem of the Week

Paranoid

Paranoid, I cant get out
it’s a crisis its a tragedy
its a world of trouble

Shadows creeping along the walls
All shapes and sizes
No one here I fear
Not in this damnation

They walk in step as they follow me
I can run, I can hide
You won't get me alive
I will Survive

Bricks protect me
I can't be seen beneath the covers
Let it be light
Suspend the night

Cold, as Ice runs through my veins
As blood flows a stream of pain
Watch your back it's behind you
And in front of you

No escape this isn't no paranoia
It's reality, scream and it will go away
I pray, I pray.