Paranoia

It’s next to me. The desk of the seat of the child Undead.

I saw it last month too. Always watching through the roof.

Haunted by nightmares. I stay awake all night in bed.

Every shadow, every blur, I’d swear I see them move.

But I don’t swear, I don’t dare.

They’re always listening, they’re always here.

So I wear a mask, I hate to leave my face bare.

I cannot let them see, can’t let them know my fear.

Everywhere I look, they’re all around.

How no one else sees them makes me mad.

But I never questioned my mind, my logic is sound.

It’s not in my head, they’re as real. It’s not in my head!

I must admit my weakness.

Illusions and Incorporeals.

I can never tell the difference.

And I don’t kill due to my morals.

I feel like I’m being pulled by a puppet string.

Am I the head of a hydra? The leg of a spider?

Is my mind really mine? What’s my identity?

I’ve got courage and strength, but I need to be clever.

I have the numbers. I have the homebase advantage.

But everywhere I look, I am surrounded.

Fears and nightmares never end their enchantment.

I need a team of friends to keep me grounded.

Forests full of screeching darkness.

They tell me not to stress the jumpscare.

It’s all fake, right? But I sense distress.

I know near the city, Screamers are rare.

I can see through the heat-seeking visor.

But I am scared of what I’ll see if I look.

Salsan trembles in tension, I know not how to advise her.

I’d try comfort with a hug but my hand is a hook.

Such a mess, they said it’s not real.

Why does it bring back those memories I hate?

Am I seeing things? Is that an Incorporeal?

Translucent and transparent, that can’t be fake!

“Over there! Behind the bushes.”

“Captain, there’s nothing there.”

“Sickly glow, wounds with blood gushes.”

“Captain, stop! There’s a trap for a bear!”

“I didn’t need that leg anyway.”

“Captain, you need medical attention!”

“No, I must continue to track my prey.”

“Chylclanth! Salsan! Stop the Captain!”

Well, we finally found you, Isuertal.

But you're in worse shape than Greesha.

All covered in blood, you look terrible.

Let’s head back to camp and get you cleaned up.