Paranoia

Ghosts surround me.
Shadows emerge from nothing
and seem to swallow me whole.

Wherever I glance there’s black
and in the black, are eyes and a grin;
the most sinister grin.

But when I take a closer look
and nothing’s there,
I wonder if I’m crazy,
I wonder if I’m going insane.

Is there someone out there
watching all I do?
Is there someone following me,
judging my every move?

I cannot help seeing things,
it’s part of who I am
and it terrifies me to my core,
to oblivion and beyond;
I feel that an abyss is waiting,
waiting, to swallow me whole.

Not even God can save me now,
I’m vanishing and soon I will be gone.