The Binding Memory

You see that man he stares at me why does he grin relentlessly
Is he sane what does he see or does my mind play dirty tricks on me
Does he think does he breath does he dream about it
Do I dream to deep to wake
Now he points and laughs what does it mean
And now I’m sure that same man follows me

He’s in my head he’s in my mind

Across this room
A crowded space
Two eyes that glare and follow
And watch my every move
They burn with hate and malice
And peer into my soul
In fact they stare right though me
As if I wasn’t there
A transparent mannequin
Translucent and stripped bare

I’ve Never been the victim I’ve never been the prey
Never felt emotion welling never hate never to this day

I can’t sleep insomnia why do I wake incessantly
There’s a car outside my house
And now there’s bright lights shinning down on me
Do I eat do I sleep do I talk about it
Am I sane enough to think
Now they step into my space
And I want to know
Why they target me?

I’ve Never been the victim I’ve never been the prey
Never felt emotion welling never hate never to this day

I’m suspicious of that crowd
Disconnected people strangers pass me by
When I come home things have changed
But they only seem to have moved subtly
Contemplating suicide this binding memory

And I believe he’s in my head
And I believe he’s in my mind
And I believe he’s in my head
And I believe he’s in my memory

Damaged car broken phone
Now I hear a stranger say to me
Do you breath do you sleep do you dream about it
Painted symbols what can they mean
Nervous twitch nervous itch
And it’s all becoming way too much way to much for me