I️ live in fear,
Don’t we all?
When the clock hands
Move fast against the wall.
I️ was so afraid of dying,
That I️ became scared of living
And now I️ work fast pace
To the sound of my sighing.
The trees are bare once more
And I️ still haven’t woken,
The world’s still spinning
Just as it was before.
Well what’s the point,
If we only ever speak in rhyme?
The same letters rearranged
In a futile attempt to form something
New and strange.
Graves, dead bodies and vows.
Lightning flashes in the night sky
I soon hear the ticking of time go by
The hour is late
And I must work at a speedy rate
Slowly, and carefully
The potion is poured on the tombstone and goes in
Rain pours so hard can't hear a drop of a pin
I chuckle to myself whole-heartedly
Tombstone starts to shake
It feels like an earthquake
The potion works
Now my departed is back and crawls
Moves closer towards me
& Away from the graveyard
In our own backyard
His lower body I can not see
He moves much faster
Only a few inches closer
Charges towards me with great motion
Ready to devour and eat my entire brain portion
Subcutaneous or inner demons
My skin moved today
I think I'm full of worms.
It's gross and I am scared
The little feet touch my inner flesh
I think they blocked my veins
My skin got white and wavy
I can't breathe anymore
I need to get them out
Or they'll eat my bones
Am I dead like you
Populate my heart
They squeak inside my head
They move along my lips
Their shadows blind my eyes
I need to get them out.
I have to rip my skin
It's letting them hide
Inside my mind
Fear has legs like a spider
As it crawls slowly up your body
The goosebumps appear as your eyes grow wider
It has teeth that bite
Sharpe needles that tingle
That awake you in the night
Fear has long spindly fingers
Wrapping around your throat so you cannot breath
It´s presence lingers
It can take away your voice leaving you with but a yelp
Cement you silently to the floor
So you cannot even call for help
Fear can make you feel alone in a crowd
It whispers secretly in your ear
Or screams so very loud
It can be simple or cunning
In plain site or in the back of your mind
Following you slowly or cruelly running
Fear has many shapes and faces
Ready to get you anywhere
In public or quiet secluded places
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close your eyes. hold them closed. tightly, until the black behind your eyelids turns into colorful shapes and lines. imagine you are elsewhere than your bed, your room, your house, your town, your country, your planet, your universe. you float through nothingness. your fingertips go numb, then your arms, then your chest, then the rest of your body until you don't feel like a human being anymore. just energy.
and imagine that the energy runs out. spills out of you. think of how you felt when you were young and scared of the dark and what it hid, how you felt when you were called on in class but you hadn't done even half of the assignment, how you'd feel if one day you were walking home from the store and you were held at gunpoint in an empty parking lot. what would you feel beside cold metal on your forehead and sweat running down your temple? what is there left beside that energy?
what is left when the masked person standing in front of you shouts at you but you can't even hear because you're paralyzed? when he pulls the trigger with his shaky fingers? when the bullet pierces through your skin and skull and brain? what is left beside blood and bits of what once was your brain and a pair of cold, dead eyes?
what's the only feeling left?
The night is young and the air hovers with cheap whiskey and the stagnant breath of the nocturnal alcoholic, however, there is more to be said for those who roam through the vacuous sheet that is the night.
Possibly an unsatisfied career choice which led to a financially stable middle-class family.
Maybe a beaten down marriage cradled by the innocence of their offspring who keep them civil. Or just the young college dropout loathing a painful childhood that led to the maxed out credit cards and desolate bottles of Crown Russe. Nevertheless, I am here to fulfill the fantasy of a drunken one night stand and to give companionship to the splintered crowd that I now call my customers.
it’s all a hypothetical construct
afraid isn’t a thing for me,
except in one case
sure, I feel nervous
but nothing makes me quake
like the thought
that with one wrong move
I could fail
the game of life
I could slip up
and lose it all
see harsh faces laughing
blinding rays of sun
scorching my eyeballs
while I lay on the floor,
and so fear
isn’t an option most times
maybe this is one thing I
What is so terrifying about the paranormal? What is so frightening about monsters under the bed? They are harmless. No. What is truly petrifying are the minds of men.
How do you know what the person next do you is thinking? How do you know if there is a person plottinig to murder anyone they find on the streets? How do you know that the guy sat next to in algebra didn't plot and plan how to kill each of the students in the class and get away with it? It is truly terrifying when you ask someone how they would kill their victims if they were a serial killer.
What it originates from is the demons a man or woman faces every day. What do you suffer from? How would you kill? What haunts you?
The only thing that ever came out of that mouth of yours were lies. You lied so much that I couldn't even tell you when you were telling the truth. You twisted your corrupt words into food and fed them to me until I was full of lies about how you saw me or how you felt. "I love you"s thrown around like seeds, you hoping one would plant in my brain and grow into a rose telling me over and over that you loved me. But now you're gone and I can see right through you. The rose thorns stabbing my mind, making me numb when thinking about you. You hurt me.
And I'm afraid to love anymore.
My biggest fear out of a world filled to the brim in hate is to love. You broke me, trained me like the little puppy dog I am to sit and stay when I should've ran.
I am so afraid that I can't love anyone, I can't let anyone love me.
And so I hurt.
I hurt myself and the people who want to love me. This fear constantly whispering in my ear making me push anyone and everyone away who tries to help me. I built a wall around my heart out of the bricks you threw at me, but I locked everyone out and left me inside alone. My heart is empty, never to be filled again and it is because you lied.
They say lying is such a basic thing that humans will and always will do, but the amount of lies and hatred that came from your sweet lips I didn't think was humanly possible. You hurt me in ways I never thought you were capable of. Tormenting and torturing me with your words and actions and yet I still love you
And thats why my fear is love.