I’m paranoid of losing the things that Iove – I’m worn out.
I’m tired of the potential, of loss, of love of everything.
I have nothing, so that I may loose nothing.
Something though, comes out from nothing it seems and I’m paranoid, not only of this void.
Today like my life, I’m losing myself, my concious and my humanity each time i deny myself.
I’m worn out and paranoid.