Paranoia stifles my soul
I vision its form without
yet, sense it from within
A dark shadow of a man
exactly as I,
imitating my every move
Is this an offset dimension of myself
or a dark foreboding entity?
Watching, waiting, witnessing
Does it abandon me at dusk
or hide cleverly in the darkness?
I have this need to know
This may be madness on my part
or insanely pure clarity
I have yet to choose