0 LIKES LikeUnLike
Paranoid PaintingStrokes made mad on a pagea picture painted in avid raging fearThe brush bends under weight of emotions’ fervora forever lingering shadowon the canvas of the mindleaving behind no comforting wordwhen pain is allowed to gain the handAngst demands you pay it duesall through your days and nightsyou gnaw on thoughts not your ownseeing sights that hold you tightThen you start to think that you are being huntedby everyone around youwhen the truth isit is not always all about youMorbid paranoia portrays the worldin darker shades all aimed at youwhen in truthit is your own mind who is the enemynot an entity called the World…-Can you tell what I am trying to say? …Or do I even know?...
Tags:
Report (0) (0) | earlier
Latest activity: earlier. This question has 5 answers.