Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Immerged in conspiracy.
Constantly dreading being taken.
The illusions and delusions slowly driving you further from sanity.
Desperate for understanding.
The delusions take their hold.
Unable to trust,
Everyone is a villain,
No matter who it be.
Scanning the room for hidden agendas.
The delusions take their hold.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Mentally caged,
Physically incapable.
So distraught you only see one option.
So distraught you only see one option.
The delusions take their hold.
The blood dripping from your wrists.
A puddle of blood beneath you.
So distraught you only see one option.
Sharp blade or medication.
Desperation takes it hold.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Your highs and lows are so profound;
Either ecstatic or dreary.
Make up your mind.
Up. Down. Left. Right.
Which will it be?
I wish it could have been different, you see?
Being raised surrounded by such negativity.
Steven with his vile, atrocious, and loathsome ways.
Anthony altering our lives, a parasite he was.
Both slowly warping your reality.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Your son lights up a room with a smile,
Like a star from the galaxy.
You have always been there for him,
When everyone else refused.
By his side, you have stuck by.
He listens to you blather on.
He may not comprehend what you’re saying,
But the fact you’re saying it to him,
Means the world.
By your side, he will stick by.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
Blood. Men. Paranoia.
God. Do you exist?
If so, grant her peace.
What else can she suffer through?
Isn’t a blurred reality abysmal enough?
Has she not been through enough pain?
Truly, I want you to find your happiness.
Sincerely, I wish you could feel safe in your own home, in your own mind.
Frankly, I don’t see them. I hope someday you don’t either.
One day, I hope you can take a breath and want to take another.
For once, someday, I would like the delusions not to take their hold.
About the Creator
Bryttnie Chaffin
Writing things that are fun and/or have powerful emotion behind it, maybe some educational things. Writing about my personal feelings, those of others (real or fictional), or just fun things that my mind makes up. Thanks for reading.
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