Prison of The Six Walls

Paranoia

Is it there?

Is it...?

Is it watching?

Is it staring?

Where the fuck is it?

It chases me, breathes in my neck, always behind me.

Always watching, always staring, always smiling.

The memory of one future past, chasing me down the rainbow of horrors in my mind.

And as I stay awake at night and think for hours it stands by my side, gently whispering everything I don't want to hear.

And as I walk on the street I can feel the looks on me, as if I am an abomination.

And as I talk to people I can feel their reservations...ignorance is a bliss.

And as I lay in bed every night with a loaded gun to my head it tells me that the party's all over...

And it's all true, 'cause I'm both the kidnapper and the kidnapped, the judge and the judged, the jailor and the jailed.

I am me...

The only prison that's truly inescapable are the dark corners of our mind...