Like The Paranoia

By Rock Faerie

They pierce through me like a thousand blades...the eyes of watchful guardians, following me into my sleep...waiting for my last breath of consciousness...

Shuddering, my heart becomes weak, and my voice is nothing but a distortion of the air.

Oh they bring me peace, but they torture my essence, the sweet essence of crippled dreams...waiting for my eyes to glitter and my mind to swell with unwanted desires...birthing the paranoia.

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© 2007 Rock Faerie
Published on Wednesday, May 9, 2007.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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