Paranoid Nights

Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage, stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls. Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium, self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche, all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity. Push and pull, breaking down walls, then building them back up, reinforced. Love never came easy in delusion-filled memories, always hovering at the cusp of fiction, ready to strike like a coiled python. Then, like glass, tears would cascade down, begging for forgiveness. Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again, coursing through tainted bloodstreams, blinding any sense of reason. So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more. While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams, I am haunted by you in this empty house. Nothing but phantoms of the past roam in the dead of night, wailing in the deafening silence, a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.