Moth to flame.

Time to sever ties and cut losses
it was beautiful knowing you
thanks for giving me a place to sigh
you're ugly and boring without your face on
time to cut losses and sever ties
getting sick of all the lies
I just keep on keepin' on
I'm done experimenting with life
studying you and your vomit of cigarette ash
as people grow old they begin to die
it's fun to watch the skin form lines
and I notice the bags under your eyes
anywhere not here is a 2-hour drive
you hate who I am and that makes me smile
because what you hate is what you wanted
the whole time

I think I'm paranoid

Sometimes I feel someone in the back of my head, spread out across brain matter, watching me, trickling fingers in and around neural pathways, a tingling like paranoia.
The monster is inside me. The monster is me.

I feel it watching me, observing me when I'm alone, when I'm driving alone at night I feel the eyes on me, or perhaps within and around me. A somewhat menacing sensation like I'm missing something. Maybe something is about to happen, a suspense, a build-up, but nothing ever happens.

Every now and then when I'm more alone than anything, I don't really feel alone at all.