frayed ends of sanity

They know my name. They go through my trash when Im not home,looking for information on who I am. I see them lurking around corners,watching,waiting.They want me to suffer.Painful injections that would make me tell them all I know. Torture methods dreamed up by perverted madmen with starched collars and government connections.Looking out of my apartment at midnight,I see a man in a trenchcoat standing across the street.I see the glowing tip of his ciggarette,and I know he is watching.I haven`t slept in days,they have machines under the floor that give me nightmares.I saw a man on the bus with black shoes,and that means he works for them.My co-workers call the F.B.I.when I`m not looking.They have a contract out for me,they want me dead,I`d run,but theyd find me.They`ve got eyeballs in the sky,they record everything I say,they implanted a chip in my brain that reads my thoughts.The television is transmitting a signal that is giving me cancer.They give subliminal messages,telling me to go to the mall and kill the people there.I resisted,and I had a siezure that paralized me for a day.I found a bloody footprint in my kitchen,and the pictures on the wall are watching me.I burned out their eyes with a cigarette,but still they watch.I walked to the store and at least two cars followed me.The cashier took my fingerprints with a laser scanner.They take DNA samples while I`m asleep,and they move the furniture around in my living room.Dark things whisper to each other,plotting my demise,no one believes me when I tell them.I have evedence,but they all just laugh and say I`m paranoid.My old friend is an agent for the KGB,I heard him speaking russian to his dog.They are going to kidnap me and take me to a dark basment and shout at me until I break.I can`t talk in the bathroom,the medicine chest has a two way mirror and the walls have ears.My mother gave them my childhood report cards,they`re using them to put together a dossier.I called my doctor and he put me on hold so he could call in their specialist.They put drugs in my food,its only safe to eat twinkies in my closet.They have a sharpshooter that has a bullet for me.The D.J on the radio told me to watch for activity at the drugstore.I`m losing my mind,I think I`d be better off dead.They took my girlfriend and tortured her,and when they relesed her she said she never wanted to see me again.I cant live in this twilight.I know they are going to get me soon...The man sat in his car listening to the local news broadcast,he was drinking coffee and his companion was smoking.The anchorman came on with a story about a body found beaten and tortured late last night.An autopsy was forthcoming,but they have no suspects at this time.The man turned to his companion and laughed,"another job well done"he said,and pulled into traffic.