Villanelle

When the Paranoia sets in, time is a wave against you; they won’t allow you to fade. Their footsteps are all you hear when the Paranoia sets in. They hang your sorrows in front of your face, they won’t allow you to fade. Your eyes are frail, your hands shake when the Paranoia sets in. They’ve locked you tight to these chains at your ribs, they won’t allow you to fade. Nothing, it seems, can keep you sane when the Paranoia sets in; they won’t allow you to fade.