I feel like I'm drowning
As the paranoia sets in
Darkness is the cause of my frowning
Its as if angels of death are out to get me
Running from something I can't see
All this horribly beautiful paranoia
The blackness of night blinds me
Just then I fall to the floor
My dreams are always filled with gore
The paranoia taints my mind's eye
In my nightmares of hell I try to find the door
I am always lost in my sleep of hell
It racks my brain
Tears at my face
Nothing but the pain
Sleep vanishes without a trace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem