paranorma
11-17-2002


when rings in vision are left by glasses now removed
and cold trails are felt in throats from long discussions
the night is now over
the sounds of silence are heard all through this house
loneliness inviting itself in everytime i close my eyes
a dark figure slipping through the shadows and lurking in corners as i turn to search for the source of my dismay
the bed might devour me if i don't keep watch

when panic strikes and breath is lost in an empty room
that creature stealing the air from my lungs before i exhale
the oxygen overloading
toxins are taxing my senses to the point of confusion
faces and voices are felt all around me begging my attention never holding still never pausing never coherent or cohesive
they could make me doubt myself if i listen