PARONOID
DIGITAL ART
Beneath the sun's bright, golden glare, in the grass, I'm hidden there. Wide eyes scan the world around, In every rustle, danger's found.
A bird with goggles, perched so near, amplifies my creeping fear. In the shadows, thoughts collide, and paranoia, my constant guide.
Beneath the sun's bright, golden glare, in the grass, I'm hidden there. Wide eyes scan the world around, In every rustle, danger's found.
A bird with goggles, perched so near, amplifies my creeping fear. In the shadows, thoughts collide, and paranoia, my constant guide.
