Paranoid and Voided

Paranoid And Voided If I step outside my house I’m dead! There are monsters under my bed I cannot sleep due to the sheep They count on my naivety You know how sheep can be Cold, calculating, killers to the core I understand from reliable sources in my head That I am out to get me I try to protect me from myself Used rope to tie my hands behind me But the rope is really a snake Cannot be trusted, plotted against me with contempt There is no mistake My toys are in a rage and lined against me Jealous of my powers and filled with envy Ready to attack with guns and knives Hidden behind their backs, thirsty for my blood A delusional pack of savages to persecute me They chase me down the hall to kill me Or shoot me in in the back for satisfaction I need to go to sleep….. but about the sheep…. You understand…. It is sheep You know how they can be They are sheep and need no explanation I’m not paranoid at all but have to tell you all the time Wash and disinfect your hands before you enter There are billions of microbial creatures that have landed Aliens, who come from other planets with a plan Filthy, unshaved, ugly beings from the dirty universe Come to hurt me and to place their curse I refuse to be party to their plan and will avoid it if I can Hold my head to keep the noise and voices in Keep the enemy at bay with invisibility and invincibility Hold my breath forever to keep the germs away To kill or avoid everything there is That can be neutralized or voided…. This I pray