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Paranoia!Sitting in the corner of the darkened room, In the recess of his mind…! Paranoia takes over his brain… And evil is all he will find! Deep thoughts inside his head, Foreboding and brooding eyes, Darting back and forth is he… Listening to his own lies! 'Whispers inside his head... Bad thoughts on his mind! Where evil lurks and festers, And death is all he will find!' Paranoia of the mind, Black thoughts all mixed together, Making him see what isn't there, Iin the land of the ‘never never!' Twisted and tormented is he, Confusion inside his head, And all the time, the voices tell him… ‘Listen to me, I want you dead!' 'Whispers inside his head... Bad thoughts on his mind! Where evil lurks and festers, And death is all he will find!' ‘Take the knife!' The voices say, ‘And slice it deep inside!' ‘Make your blood run as cold as ice, As from death you can't hide!' Paranoia, phobia, evil thoughts! All inside a twisted mind… Confusion, illusion, blackened thoughts! This is all you will find! 'Whispers inside his head... Bad thoughts on his mind! Where evil lurks and festers, And death is all he will find!' He's so messed up inside His head! He desperately needs to die! Confused black thoughts running amok! And not even knowing why! Rambling, scared, his mind full of hate! As the voices still insist; ‘Take the knife, kill yourself, Do it, don't resist!' 'Whispers inside his head... Bad thoughts on his mind! Where evil lurks and festers, And death is all he will find!' He listens to the voices, Getting stronger all the time, Telling him constantly; ‘kill yourself! Your life is now mine!' Taking the knife he slashes his wrists! Blood all over the floor, Watching it spill, in a daze, Now his life-force is no more! 'Whispers inside his head... Bad thoughts on his mind! Where evil lurks and festers, And death is all he will find! Paranoia! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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