Paranoia

A conception of an idea

Gladden the odium

Could I be the dangerous in the story?

My free mindset

Obligated to what suppose was a wish dreads

Uncovering a big number of antidotes

In front my head. Had me as a daft to doff

Trying to get it out of me

Escaped of those moments, now I need the memories

I didn’t saw the chain that laced me, now I want the relief

Your points and words

Kiss-and-tell that in me all’s wrong.

Let my mind be the winner this time

Keenly, you take your leak of matter

A choice that you never offer

That you lunge upon my face

Meanwhile I take this idea!

This gladded odium!

Those languish skew!

Those toxic restraints!

So I made my revenge

When all pass by…

We would said that this is was a fable

That I’m ill

That you’re well

That they’re upkeeped about me

and

That we want to disappear