I stand in the shower.

It's very dark outside.

Rain pours on my windows.

I can't tell the time.

The monsters I fear.

Are dangerously near.

I just tell myself.

I'm safe while I'm here.

The monsters of course.

Don't really exist.

But, like always, the paranoia still sits.

My sanity's draining.

I feel it going.

My mind just continues roaming.

I change my mind.

The monsters DO exist.

They disguise themselves.

As media, money and gifts,

All manmade things.

Aspirations and dreams.

Celebrities, gossip, and image of body.

Who controls this?

Illuminati.