Paranoia Circle

The fear closes in on my life
the endless paranoia deep in my soul
released in the blood apon my knife
I'm sitting in a deep, dark hole.
my soul is dead but I'm alive,
when I got like this I couldn't survive
my hollow heart and bloodshot eyes
Why is my life so full of lies?
My knife goes in I feel no pain,
but watch the blood,
I see it drain
I look apon the world outside,
then close the curtain and avert my eyes.The darkness in me is too strong,
this is now where I belong.
A small useless pathetic figure,
In the corner of a game of chess.
No use to anybody,
and surrounded by enemies.