Paranoia

This paranoia things not good
The shadows seem so misunderstood
This paranoia things not good
Is that a demon under a hood
Are the shadows out to get me 
Is it just my mind 
Because in this darkness
I'm far from being blind

This paranoia things not good 
I speak to shadows as if I'm understood
This paranoia things not good
Now I'm frozen where I'm stood
Are the shadows out to get me
Is it just my mind
Because in this darkness
I'm far from being blind

It's funny how I can no longer sleep till my demons  are written deep
Upon a page  of rhyming words how have I gotten to this stage I wish I could just turn the page
This paranoia things not good 
My eyes are frozen wear they stood
But a shadow left remaining
Naught but bone retaining 
The shadow that is me
Wish I could flee
Wish I could be Me
To be free

To put it simply 
This paranoia things not good I'm left to sleep were I stand my brain off in a distant land 
A voice inside of me will demand 
No, no, no command my waking hours of day light time
I'm but a puppet a simple mime my voice not mine my words sublime and truthful to my soul my brain takes a tole on me but we're do I reside
Some times I feel like I'm out side the shadow that's not on the wall
Will I fall into darkness 
Will the sharpness fade from my waking hours 

This paranoia things not good
The shadows seem so misunderstood
This paranoia things not good
Is that a demon under a hood
Are the shadows out to get me 
Is it just my mind 
Because in this darkness
I'm far from being blind