Shadows of Doubt
In the shadows of the mind, where fears take root,
Paranoia blooms, and doubts are mute.
Every whisper, every glance,
A suspect in this mind’s dance.
In the haze of uncertainty, clarity is sought,
In the web of paranoia, we’re caught.
Haunted Thoughts
Paranoia, a ghost that haunts the quiet night,
Turning calm into fright.
In the silence, whispers grow,
In the mind’s recesses, shadows flow.
Seeking solace from the storm inside,
In the battle with paranoia, we strive.
Haunted Thoughts
In paranoia’s grip, my mind does sway,
In shadows deep, where fears hold sway.
With every whisper, with every glance,
My heart does race, in anxious dance.
In every corner, in every sound,
Paranoia’s specters do abound.
With each new day, my spirit fights,
To find the light in darkest nights.
Though haunted by these phantom fears,
I seek the strength to dry my tears.
In every whisper, in every prayer,
I find the courage to declare.
That love and hope shall be my guide,
Through paranoia’s troubled tide.
