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smallstepsmadpotepotriemantheartfulcodgerscogterransvoice
Paranoia


They tell me I am getting so much better
That I will soon be on my feet and well
I can barely bother to hear them from
This he bottom of my own peculiar hell
I am listening so intensely
So very afraid that I'll hear
That sibilant whispering noise
That tells me it is drawing near
It stands there in that corner
And it is always watching me
I grab and point and try to tell
But no one else can ever see
They smile and soothe
And think I need
The needle that dulls
And so lets it feed
They think that they are helping
They think they are being do kind
But they just lower my defences
And so let it take from my mind
It is there now probing and prying
In my very throbbing sedated head
And so defenceless very soon the me
Will be eroded wasted gone and dead
And I will smile back at them from
My dulled and empty soulless eyes
And tell them I am better now
Relay my master's cruel lies
Just like the fly in that web
Hanging there until the need
For my dreaded tormentor
To insert himself and feed
They tell me I am getting so much better
That I will soon be on my feet and well
I can barely bother to hear them from
The bottom of this my own peculiar hell








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