Wake up in sweat, middle of night
Heart pounding and mind in circular rage
Caught doubting anything and everything
Sleep is a cruel joke that eludes

Friends become enemies as paranoia sets in
The outcome to think of is always the worst
Wander zombielike throughout the day
While thoughts of murder build up inside

Enter catatonic rage
A state of thoughts that can be lethal
The mind turns against itself
Would laugh at the irony if I just could

Fear for the moment when hatred comes alive
Energy released with fatal results
Only knowledge and perspective can save now
But is it too far to consider truth?

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