Watching the door, stalking, for the call of the wild beast
Caught in the hall talking
Through the walls of a liars teeth
Feeling paranoid, something ominous in the air.
Tempted, as if by a devil, to believe lies.
Feels like it’s entering the room.
Room could be ones consciousness.
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