Paranoia

Glancing over my shoulder

paranoia is seeping

down my arm.

They’re coming!

They’re coming!

After me, never stopping.

So paranoid. Don’t know

where to go.

They’re coming!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Scared. So scared.

Stuck, trapped, caged.

I can’t breathe

I’ve flooded

the streets with

my own paranoia.

Struggle!

Thrashing away.

Fighting, clawing, ripping.

Bloodshed.

Not mine.

Not mine?

Oh god, it is mine!

Mine, mine, mine!

Paranoia.

I’m going to die.

ShadowSpirits ‘05