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Paranoia

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How sickeningly sweet doth these
corrupted words of phantoms
sound to this fragile mind
that I forget how sincere
the words of the kind
stranger or friend alike
really are.

How numbing it is
the pseudo-warmth
of chilling insecurities
ice-cold doubts
and freezing anxiety
that flesh is reduced to stone
and the blankets given
by caring spirits
become less than tatters

Do not question
this quaking form
it'll only worsen the fear
built up from imaginary maladies
confirmed by inaudible presences.

Do not tell
this paranoid being
that "It;s only imagination"
I KNOW it is
but my mind doth not
I know this because it gives me no rest
no escape from fantasy.

Instead
I must kiss myself to sleep
and tell myself
that this shroud
of envisioned death
is only a blanket of frost
waiting to swallow me whole
into a field of fears
irrational fears
that show no mercy
(not a single shred).

"Be still, my beating heart
'tis not but paranoia
that has a seemingly-iron grip
within my ribcage.
Though it threatens
to break the bars
sleep easy
in your ivory palace.
Please don't make me
be afraid
of everything, of nothing."

Let shadows close
my tired eyes
and darkness chase
the fears away
for I may sleep well
should paranoia remain
on the other side
of the door.
Let's just say it's easier for me to write poems on fear/sadness/negative emotions than anything else ^^;

Hope you enjoy nonetheless~! :heart:
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