The Cat’s Pajamas

Preoccupied with myself,

I’m tortured by my mind,

Happiness, all nothingness,

Yet mortality I cannot find.

Hanging on to yesterday,

Like a child clings to a toy,

Killing life, this living death,

My soul never knowing joy.

Paranoia is my master,

Filled with fearful thoughts,

I’ve imagined my security,

They’ve uncovered all my faults.

Falling from nowhere,

While safely on the ground,

Screaming words of hatred,

With silence the only sound.

Seeing an illusion,

Believing all my lies,

Killing things that don’t exist,

Refusing to hear their cries.

Self destruction,

All reality,

Nothing left but pain,

Living in a nightmare,

I fear I’ve gone insane.