Paranoia

by Dep

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Sit, surrounded by people
Wonder if entangled by lies
See a knife, then it's gone
Never sure it was really there
Back and forth, trying to believe
Circles upon circles, spiraling down
Depths of Hell, you can never know
Reachs of Heaven, you'll always believe
Sit here, small things poking
Wondering if they mean something
Larger things call, reassurance comes
But still the small annoying fly is poking
Believing, disbelieving, never quite sure
Wondering if they are decieving
Cover it up, wear your mask
Dance the last dance, this one fast
Sit, now knowing forever and ever
You'll never know anything for sure
Believe in her, believe in love
Then twist and turn, small fly once more
Question it all, never believing,
Wondering if she is decieving
Seeing others; doomed to reliving
Dark hour; dark seas close once more
Rot in the firey depths of Hell
Can't see, won't see, blinded
Wondering what's in front, have to know
Never to know, rotting in Hell
Accepting your fate, gaze upwards
Remember your belief, you love her
Always have, always will til Time's own end
Ignore that small fly poking
Small fly poking, makes me think
Wonder and question, cause disbelief
Still I sit here, wondering still
Will vicious cycles ever stand still
Want to live in content, you by my side.
Wondering if you still dream, if you still believe?
Don't seem to lately, maybe it's me
See how vicious this cycle can be
Sit here knowing my feelings for you
Never ending, nor ceasing, this love for you
Believing in yours, never letting go
May this vicious cycle go out the window
Sit in darkness, wonder still
Suffering paranoia, keep on truckin'
Brighter days ahead, so this I know
I'm not letting go, 'til you say so

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