9 October 2012
The darkness seeps into my skin, Causing nervous havoc within. Is that foot steps I hear behind me? The cloudy night sky, hides, as I turn and see. Running a few steps, and in the shadows I fold. Concealing myself, my breath I hold. Shouts from the distance, a pub closes for the night. The streets begin to fill, returning home before its light. Walking again, those steps still sound, Am I going mad? There's just emptiness around. And there it is sitting in my reach, Inside my front door, where paranoia won't breach.
©Odd
Paranoia • Opuss № I