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Paranoia

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I sit her waiting, full of wonder
Seeing if it will go asunder
Gently leaving my windows frame
As quickly as it suddenly came

I watch from my dining room seat
Where I long since did eat
As I expect the worst from the being
That I'm still not sure I am seeing

The being watches, I swear I can feel it
As the possibilities torment my wit
On the other side of the windows frame
The darkness blocks the demons fame

Fame to my wit, so my mind can rest
Reality's rules doing their best
As I watch the sparks of the falling rain
I soon realize I'm going insane

The confusion fumbles, my mind now so fragile
With the life of the being, tempted and agile
Reality bends as I see my perceptions
Of my simple human misconceptions

The chimney feels cold, as my hands are guided
Having left the house, my feet so glided
I search in the dank and ominous morn
Where the darkness had cleverly born

Born a beast that watches me so
Peering into my soul, its manifesto
I look into the dark and unlit unknown
Twilight revealing a beast un-shown

The monster sat, upon my roof
Having climbed up, remaining aloof
The sight disturbed me as I waited
To meet those who have been heavenly gated

And so, now I sit, jaded and dreary
With a mental state, that can't be more weary
I had seen the beasts eyes so turn
With an unbearable and awful feeling of spurn

But now I sit, trapped, and unable to speak
My body so ill and physically weak
So now I am doomed, doomed to sit
At this table, alone, my mind but a slit
It was a boring and creepy morning...
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