Matter of Mind

Have you reached insanity?

When the brick walls drip blood

When there's someone outside your door

When no one but footsteps follow you

 

Floods of paranoia!

They have taken control!

Your life is no longer yours

Ghosts of past tenants are out to kill

And you are the target

 

Extremes of hot and cold

Sometimes both together

It gives you the sickness in your gut

 

Don't stay past your welcome in the attic

You will leave in a body bag

Darkness to the freezer

 

It's bitter sweet, my love.

Done