Creeping up on me;
Quickly,
Smoothly,
Pushing and pulling,
the Part thats of the whole thing;
A piece
Of shatter glass
from the tainted window
inside me.
Full and Darkened mass
that reigns low
Overtop of my Head.
Clouding and seizing my Mind
my thoughts dark and black.
Haunting nitemares shake me on my bed
voices saying theres something lost that i need to find,
anxious anxiety flowing from my crevices and cracks.
A Feeling of being watched always
Scared tears falling from the eyes
Claiming to witness black-sighted, jagged mouthed demons.
Thoughts disbelieving such a outrageous claim.
The Voices feeding more lies,
Feeling cornered and overshadowed with no where to run.
Hearing something's foot steps
Walking invisibly behind my steady pace.
The glances backward proves the empty sidewalk.
Screeching Screams coming from the depths
Objects bluntly moved out of place
Hearing demonicly deep groveling voices Talk.
Seeing things that Do not exsist.
Lost in a world of Late reality
Part of this life secretly
This hazey evil, black Mist
That looms over me:
I believe you'd call it Insanity.
