There is no such thing as paranoia

Walking living nightmares embodied in a horrifying form

Keep your fears in front of you

Or they might crawl up your back

These things are based in reason

The fact came to life from fiction

A response based on condition

Reason can quickly abandon the mind

On her hands and knees she cleaned up

The blood her mother spilt

Did you see the look in his lifeless eyes ?

The poor boy with a hole in his head

Caved in with the claw of a hammer

Swung by an arm of cruel intent

This is no dream

This is happening