Shadows fill the void known as me,
Twisting, warping everything it touches.
It clouds the clarity of vision,
Casting doubt where none should be.

I try to bring forth a light,
But it wavers faintly,
Emitting a foul stench and color.
Casting more shadows all about.

Paranoia grabs at me,
Speaking of others ill will to me.
Clenching at my throat and heart,
Bringing with it, pain and agony.

I slip farther into delusion,
Nothing is as it was.
There must be an escape from myself,
But who can I trust?

If I cannot trust me,
Then how can I trust others?
Every step I take,
The Darkness deepens its hold on me.

04/07/2002

Posted on 04/07/2002
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