Paranoia

Never planned…
but they always have
an itch
spitting down the tip of their spine,
waiting for the seconds after your silhouette
fills the door frame
to strike…

Do you know something
all killers have in common?

Their tone of their voice has layers
upon layers
as if,
they had stolen the sounds of the slain.

Cold,
Callous,
Tortured,
Stone,
when they promise you
this moment…
will haunt you for the rest of your life

that you will be filled with rage at the sight of their face

that every coursing vein in your body
will bleed
for the blood of
a man named
Vendetta.

Do you know why some people
sew their mouth shut
out in public?

They’re afraid you’ll recognize
the sounds of a man
you had met on the train
who had needed the time
but because you were wrong
he went to a new place
where a man with no life put a gun to his face
cause he needed a voice
and a lesson to teach
so he sewed up his lips and scratched his name in the street

What a shame…

Do you know why,
dear sweet creature,
why you’ll never see their face?

Cause they
never planned…
you’d be reading this poem, so
they wait to strike when
your shadow
fills the door frame

Paranoia

Tom Krantz

Brooklyn, United States

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