Paranoia (III)

Rats, scurrying through the walls
Radio cobwebs in their ears, listening
To every move I make
Every word I say.

Outside my door,
Across the street,
A man waits, raincoat
Pulled up to hide a face of lights.
Silver eyes
Watching
Waiting,
For me to come out.

Hidden in my light fixture
Is a control device
To read my mind.
So I work with a flashlight.

They think they have me,
But I slip away.
Escape.
Always run, fast, swiftly,
Under the cover of night.