Paranoid

A brief description of a disturbed mind.

Paranoid

Words are baseless
So are deeds
Pray for flowers
You get a bunch of weeds



Foul are the rules
That pierce through the heart
Foul is every being
That doesn't do their part



Drowning in the depths of ocean
Parting with this sweet commotion
I mask it all with a smile so polite
Little do they hear my heart of glass shattering inside



Is it right or is it wrong
I hear my whispers in the silence of dawn
And in the dusk when birds do scream
I feel the silence in my dream



When the drops of sufferance roll down my eyes
My useless soul stops responding
Can I have a chance to revive
The life I received to just an ordinary being.