• Here I lie awake,
    Staring at the shadows crawling, creeping,
    Snarling around me.
    May I be, dare I even say it?
    Totally out there, certainly psycho,
    Absolutely freakin’ crazy!

    I can’t be controlled.
    I’m losing my mind all the time,
    And I know I can’t find myself ever again.
    Where did I go?
    Who did I become?
    What will be of me?

    I’m slipping from reality…
    At least, that’s what they say.
    Talk of lock up, therapy.
    All the little things I know I don’t really need.

    So,
    Let me… Whisper into your ear…
    My deepest darkest secret.

    They’re real.
    Standing behind you, grasping me;
    I can feel their fingers searching,
    Hot breath on my neck, and a chilling voice,
    Telling me things I don’t want to hear.

    A macabre tale, the future; what they plan to do.
    And I know, all warnings are lost to the world that cannot see,
    Or understand.
    Paranoia is more than it seems.

    Perhaps, I’d even wish them away,
    And I think, I’d be happy just to be crazy.
    To know I’m just losing my mind, and the world isn’t as grim.
    But it is, and I’m scared.