paranoid.

Concentrated moments appear
to have Another -
Force of Life, breathing, down their necks.
Blackened evil visions,
Consume the eternal fire.
And leave a frosty trail
Lost in the distance.
Quandaries around this atmosphere of delusion
Only seem to add on to my level of Confusion.
Written down, but spoken out -
of context.
Crimson-aquamarine flush in between
the sanity of my illusional signs.
Decipher the scrambled feedback of my mind.
Famished by the hunger that is eating at my soul.
Where is the control of my own life?
Not with me - never so.
Predetermined future -
leads me running in the wrong direction,
But right because they knew I would go left.
Can’t beat the system with a stick
but we still try to anyway.
Run away but go ‘round the world
End up back where we started.
Different time but same place
Different eyes but same face
In the space we like to call - utter fear.