The Killers.

I watch my back
To distinguish my killers.
All it takes is one moment.
All it takes is one blind eye.
And I will be gone.
You see,
They exist.
They start out with good intent.
They lead you to darkness.
Then they finish you off.
Yes.
They exist.
Some call it paranoia.
I call it vigilance.
Some say it's extreme.
I say it's necessary.
Because they exist.
These killers exist.
And they want your head.
These killers see you alive
And they want you dead.
Backstabbing killers
Who won't kill you face to face.
Backstabbing killers
All over this place.
I see them in my nightmares.
But I can never make them out.
Traveling in shadows
And darkness.
I must open my eyes.
But I will not seek them.
I will not be moved from my path.
Because that would only relieve them.
Believe me when I point them out.
Truly, these killers doth exist.
Truly, these killers have a list.
It is the fortunate, the happy.
The blessed.
They only seek to end your joy.
They only wish to see blood
Flowing on the path
To which you should be travelling.
It's easy to spot them.
If you'd only look.
Yes, they doth exist.
Not just in a book.
Spirit killers.
They see you smile.
They won't stop
Until they see blood tears.
Yes, they exist
And they've been around for years.
You have witnessed them
In your own surrounding.
They tried to kill your dreams.
And the result were unfounding.
You never put up a fight.
Because you didn't know they were there.
Yes, they existed.
And while it may not have been fair,
You have to guard your rear.
And they know that is your weakness.
They can smell your secret fears
And inflict a wound so deep,
It will kill you almost instantly
And put you right to sleep.
Yes, surely they exist.
How can you have missed this?