Going loco

every night I find myself
mired in my worst nightmares
feeling the crawling of frost
seeing Them around me
laughing

pried.
why can't these whispers be gone
I am afraid to go home
lonely yet not alone
fast going loco

hundred witches brooming the snow
thousand eyes beneath the ice
I was told by the ones who spies me
that I am a bit paranoid
deranging

pried.
why can't these whispers be gone
I am afraid to go home
lonely yet not alone
fast going loco

please add me to the ignore list
do not knock at my window
I've lost my ability to sleep
i crave for the bliss of nonegzistence
crying

pried.
why can't these whispers be gone
I am afraid to go home
lonely yet not alone
fast going loco