Paranoia

They are coming for me.
The creatures at the edge of my vision.
For years they have silently crept.
Taunting me yet scurrying away when I turn my gaze.
Waiting for the weakness to set in.
Vultures circling.
Hungry rats watching the starving man writhe.
Biding their time.
One day they will pour upon me.
And devour me whole.
But the truth is they were never at the edge of my vision.
They grew up through the heart of my mind.
Growing.
Gathering Strength.
Like a Cancer.
Until my mind is enveloped.
And the eyes glaze over.
Not yet.
Maybe not soon.
But one day.
But before that day.
I will get them.