Poem -

Paranoia Run Riot

He looks right through my eyes, and into the truth
He knows.....
Why does he keep on looking at me?
Does he want to tell the police my secrets?
I've known these eyes for years, but now
They seem mischievous

Does he want my money?
Will he try and get it through violence?
What kind of weapon will he use?
His eyes start to shape shift into that of a criminal's

Where is the knife he will use to bring me to an end?
Will he slit my throat in my sleep?
I just won't sleep then
Now I find myself staring into the eyes of a killer

Where is my knife?
He can't stab me if I stab him first
I take my knife out...
Now I look into the eyes of terror

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