A Mind's Prison

Paranoia

Turn my back,

Proceed with ordinary,

Its chewing on my hinges,

Close my eyes,

Static calamity and frustration,

A spark in my consciousness,

two, three,

Spitting fire at my honor,

A thousand times over,

Numb to the scene

Of blood, lack of, and jest,

Don't sound alarms for me,

The storm will pass,

13 years justified,

Hauntingly humorous,

A twisted little  sport,

Pitting my nerves against my body

and mind,

Bright spiteful eyes,

That never look at mine,

But I feel them,

Cold and hard,

Creeping up my spine,

Sing a lullaby,

To drown out the droning,

The face of love becomes worse than death,

I am enabled and wet,

Dreams of victory,

Shattered by cruel dawn,

She said I was too thin,

She said my fear is fueled by weakness 

and lack of faith, 

I never feared the night biting,

But only light failing to return.