A/N: Erm…this poem starts off ordered and…well normal, then turns into ramblings deliberately. Symbolism, yes…yes, that's it…
Paranoia
Eyelids heavy, yet I must not sleep
I must suppress my bottomless yawn
For if I must die before I wake
At least spare me until the coming dawn!
I beg of you, my bleeding soul,
From whence my hands are crimson stained,
No tears will sluice those guilty lies!
I hear them come to end my bitter reign.
Back and forth, back and forth I pace
At my own reflection I stare hollow eyed
These inane mutterings drive me insane
A demon at once, in the mirror I spy!
The shadows clutch my face! The darkness
Surrounds; I pull away screaming
I open my eyes but they keep marching
The nightmare bells are alarmed, and pealing!
They are coming; can you hear them?
To their Death March do they stride.
In my sweet lament I tear at my walls
Those walls built from my soul inside.
These shadows, they surround me,
They drain all my thoughts and hopes and desires
But there is one last thing they cannot take
There is one last thing they cannot unmake
My trembling shoulders shake, my wild eyes with fire
Burn; we laugh, the hollow laugh echoes within
When will the dastardly rebelling shadows learn?
For though they have taken all that is earthly
They have left us one last thing, one untouchable thing!
Ha! They have left me what makes me strong!
For the darkness is left, the shadows cannot grasp me!
How can you destroy from what you are made?
Like my reference to Macbeth?
Not one of my best- I might rewrite it sometine. Just thought I'd try something new…