Paranoia

I can feel it,
I can see it.
What ever it is it whispers to me.
It's feeling is killing.
The touch that it's making,
This feeling of anothers life...
Uncontollable fear.
I see you,
I hear you,
I feel you,
I fear you.
They're all around me.
Eating away my life;
Killing me softly.
One touch could be my last.
I fear you,
I hear you,
I'm killing you.
Your killling me.

Reviews

[Patricia(:]

This poem is interesting. I like the last 2 lines- 'I'm killing you' 'Your killing me'. Nice finish to a fantastic poem. Keep you the lovely work(: