I have an acute paranoia..

The wind echoes privy… And voices reflect lies…

I have a hard time seeing the people I deal with…. As.. People..

Just motives… Attempts to knock me off my pivot… 

The wind shows much more mercy than the motives of men…

So much peace could be had… Shared…

So much solace… Yet we fear even our thoughts… Because they too taint our souls…

Who’s thoughts are these that cascade from the terrain of my mind…

More lies.. Designed to knock me off my pivot…

I have acute paranoia..

The obtuse is all around… The inane is abundant…

How do you continue to pray to a god that has forsaken you? Who’s god are you praying to that it has lifted your enemies on a pedestal and has afflicted you with so much misery…

Perhaps you lack enough paranoia to even save yourself..

I’ve rested my head on the bosom of demons… Allowed the words of their tongue to caress my thoughts..

I was lonely… It felt good… 

But solace and loneliness can be mutually exclusive..

Being honest with yourself can only free you from the darkness…

Unsavory motives preying on unsuspecting minds… Exploiting unfortunate circumstances… Leading to a series of begrudging actions.. Destructive events…

I pray for the afflicted…

But to what avail…

My prayers echo from the mountain tops… Bouncing off of deaf ears.. Creating an avalanche of unfulfilled hopes… Empty expectations…

To whom must the bell toll but for me…

Those watching.. Those receiving my words… Aren’t those bending to my Will but acting in their own..

I have an acute paranoia …

And rightfully so…..