Paranoia
It’s got
you by the balls even when a vagina calls
Suspicious,
the road is yours all the way to pernicious
Rising
never declining the fever holds until the tremor
Action to
reaction lunging into over-reaction
No longer
in the real world your fiction becomes affliction
Once
seeing pretty, it’s now sullied and dirty
But the
adrenalin rises and you get excited by that mannequin
Twisted
and overwrought there’s nothing left short
Expendable
is all in your sight, this deranged mental blight
Damned
from childhood as daddy dominated all you could
Cleaning,
the lunatic’s oxygen from night ‘til morning
Neat and
tidy is the illusion of paper thin fragility
I laugh
derisively at your constant self-whipping
Hatred of
pater’s that become old men dictators
Insecurity
from paranoia where minds have no sense
In the
end you pathetically cling to daddy’s apron strings
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