I never thought I could get so lost,
Thoughts mutate into foreign sounds,
Streaming through a cold mind,
Washing out sanity,
What was stable has betrayed me,
It induces the hair to stand on my neck,
Creating questions and destroying answers,
It steals my reflection,
It knows it has won.
There is nothing I can be sure of,
This paranoia invades every fraction of my life,
Corrupting objects by the placement of one thought,
A lack of trust,
A lack of lust.
Love and kisses grow in abundance in the distance,
Always distinctly visible but out of reach,
My calls for silence are voiceless,
My cries for attention,
My long for redemption.