Paranoia

A bird merciful and strange,

it doesn't make a change,

cocking it's head in vain,

sweet dreams the bird must have.

The birds silky feathers,

shining in the gleaming sun,

spread guiltily.

It's head twists back and forth rapidly.

Paranoia striking it's veins.

Strike me with your presence,

hurt me with your words,

show me what it is to be alone,

but I have the advantage.

You're the food chain's main prey

and I am the hunter of my day.

The wind blows,

A river flows,

Noises created by squawking crows.

Let my mind flow,

Let the rhythym know.

Cry until you don't

Treason, unfair

Caught in traps

like a young, wild bear

Do not swear

For I am the last one who seems to care.

I think I'm losing it. Simply put, I'm becoming paranoid.