Evil eyes glare at me from afar
stalking me.
awaiting the day i let down my guard,
to pounce and devour me.
Paranoid as i am, the movies don't help.
My logic tells me that absurd notions are not real, but a more childish part of me tells a different story-that believes it's more real than my own hand.
I now question my sanity, or rather, what's left of it.
Mayhap the things which logic deems a fraud, my secret fears, mayhap they're real.
Mayhap i should be afraid.
