Tail of Paranoia
Tail of paranoia slices the sky.
Feet anchored as the thought: "I will die."
Heart beats like hysterical laughter,
Repeditive like flies on a mirror.
Watching for the crown of slith'ring disease.
Contractions needed for malice to breathe.
And the short, seared screams of wics to be.
Yet, no keyhole manifested.
The Sun didn't take to Earth to crawl.
'Twas not a bomb for annihilation.
But space's longing to stimulate.
Curiosity was snuffed in fear's quake.
It's de-evolutions creation
Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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