
Breakdown
A stark recollection of paranoia and fear, revisiting a disturbing episode through the strange logic of memory.
One, two,
I buckled my shoe.
Three, four,
Standing at the window.
Five, six,
A stranger playing funny tricks?
Seven, eight,
He unlocked the steel gate.
Nine, ten,
I’m in that paranoid state:
You dare knock the front door
I shriek I’m gonna read.
He gaped in surprise,
Saw the candle flame flickering.
And a menacing shadow,
Dark hoodie in the Biblia.
He fled on his heels
Behind him slammed the gate.
Super chronic charged
Was in that paranoid state.
Looking back now –
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