Paranoia
tossing, disturbed and warm in a disheveled bed
your mind is inching towards a locked chest
within it resides the tome, don’t read the tome.
Your eyes dart open wide, you’ve seen what lies
it’s dark, just too dark
what hides beyond the veil of shadows
black on black, blots of ink become dark gods
there to destroy you, ink blot deities that loath you.
You’re fleeing, into the sliver moon lit room
where shadows dance in corners
corners where dark gods lie and wait
for you to near and meet your twisted fate.
LIGHT!
your mind is shrieking for light, a switch, a lighter
instantaneous thoughts of fire, burn the shades away
engulf the venue in which you all play.
Compromise. you’ll just flip every switch,
light every bulb you know, drive the shadows away
allowing you to flee.
Except monsters come regardless, twisted versions
mimics of love come to tear you down, watch you bleed
you must defend from these false dreams.
blood swirling, brain boiling.
you stand above your wife, your family, yourself
cut and torn, life shorn, and death born.
10/24/25 – Andy McRae
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