Lone Soldier

A metaphor for social paranoia from which I suffer

Look up, look down
Look left, look right
Is there anything lurking in the endless night?

Weapons all secured
A pistol, a shotgun, and a rifle in my stock, needed to feel reassured
Danger lurks at every turn
No friends only foes, all seeking out my flesh to burn

Behind those fraudulent friendly acts
Are hideous incubi slipping through my awareness’ cracks
Out of sight I must stay
For when among them you will be whisked away

If they let you go alive
You will be haunted until off a bridge you dive
Their power pierces the mind
Leaving it with too many holes and bloody lines

The world has sown fright into my subconscious
My senses, my heart, my soul, every grain of my being is noxious
Safety my one and only goal
Unattainable in a world with such an evil soul

If survival is the goal is it even worth it?
Or will I find peace in the process of quit?
How long would it take to be devoured, tortured and then killed?
Could I say my goal in life was fulfilled?

Me against the world, it’s always been
Every day I wish for a sleep that will never begin
My soul has become hard and cold
Would I even know good if it stood out in bold?

I am weary, I am old
This loneliness is to me a stranglehold
I once trusted before stabbed and dying I lay
Promising myself that I would never let something repeat that day

Again, again and again, I was betrayed
With every betrayal my sanity decayed
Constantly being on alert I spend the rest of my days
By my own endurance of this wretched life I am amazed

The lone soldier I am called
For I have a heightened danger sensor installed
In my mind, and in my hands a gun ready to grant any monsters their death, their blood spatter across the walls