Paranoia

Dreaming this atrocious dream. It's a blessed nightmare come true. Yet, I can't endure it another second. In it's grip, I feel vividly alive.

Looking into the muzzle of a loaded gun. Hearing the sound of lake ice cracking underfoot. Coughing in a smoke-filled theatre fire. Even the life that surrounds us constantly.

Hairs stand on end. Blood courses swiftly through the body. Eyes turn keener. The mind races with abnormal thoughts.

Fear is the source of a wonderful pleasure. Touching the nerve of paranoia... the nerve we all cheerish.

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