Hello there paranoia.....I`m not sure about this really, but I will let you decide*


Paranoia Window

Who is that man, tapping at my window?
I can see his face, so ghastly and grim
Dark eyes staring at me with despair

This dark and cold night
my fright is about to break me
tare me in to pieces

It feels like hell is near
I drive my hand trough the window
numb with fear
only to find that there is no one there




Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 19:39

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Zachary P. B.
i once saw this man who was walking down a street on a sunny day and he would stop every few feet and look at something, shake his head and start walking again. on and on...

he is this poem.

i loved it. =)

z
2006-08-08


Evelyn
I think you are absolutely right...
2006-08-06


Troll
...i think we all have a paranoia window
2006-08-06