Paranoia

It clings behind my eyelids, just waiting for release
And when the sun turns its face away I lose my sense of peace.

Held hostage in my mind-
My spirit trapped inside-
I cannot fight or hide the night's unending reign.

Will I find myself awakening with my wits and memories?
Or will I cease to live, lost somewhere between the static and the sleep?

If I read the written Word, will I rest without a fight?
Or will the fear of lying empty keep me on the edge of night?

Every prick of sound is something I can't see,
And every little shutter is death coming for me.

I beg, don't let me fall into the veil of sleep evermore
And don't let the end of everything filter through my bedroom door.

For if I dig my fingernails into the flesh of my right wrist,
Can I assure myself, for one more night, that for now, I still exist?