Tick goes the first dash of insecurity
Tick goes the second mental bubble of fear
Tick goes the third whirl of memories
Tick goes the blast of false reality
Tick goes the voices loud shouts
DING!
Goes the paranoia
The typewriter in my mind traumatizes me with ticks and dings one line of fear following another. Thus old decrepit worn out machine has seen the same story written over before. It's a classic in my mind, premiering the same classic line like a teen romance but with always a new shock to follow it's terrifying conclusions. This is my paranoia and hope you enjoy I write begging now for an escape from my own delusions. But I know I'm not out of it because if I were the audience would be empty in fear of being morphed into the story. Of the paranoia typewriter.
