The realization of space and time came fast.
my eyes were still closed but I felt the warmth of
the piled blankets. The pain in my back still
tinged as I stretched and muffled. My love came
to mind as she always did.
Only horror and fear came to my heart. My mind
has truly turned against me. I can't experience the
warmth and adoration she has to give. I only think
of the end and how her words may be crossed. That
one day, she'll realize she's a goddess. That a man
like me is only a blade of grass in a field.
I can read clearly, that Paranoia is tattooed on my chest.
Above fragmented and unrest. It's obvious when I can't
speak to my friends, because the pain my mind gives me.
It just demands isolation. Silence. Oh, the life of being me.
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