Paranoia

So long a sojourn,
The night decapitated and old,
I stand still so wrong,
Enshrouded for long,
With the bygone,
Paranoia in disdain or angst,
For grazing scars post Camelot,
Is it still the sorrow?
To ask, to answer,
Unprepared…
Forsook a sacrifice and what they pray,
All in a coma or am I still the slave,
In her dreams or mine…
So long a sojourn,
My road is fading away…