KnoW more.fear LESS.

When i look fear in the eyes,does the transparent pain let in the darkness?Or do I lift the blinds to let in the light?

They say the eyes are the

windows to the soul!

When you catch your reflection in a window,are your eyes glaring back at you?Are you the mannequin in the window dressed to kill?

Still,still,still,plastic grin.

Like a cracked smile on a porcelain dolls lip.

Run,run,run,mascara red as bloody sin.

Fear on display in the monsters closet,behind the wardrobe of crafted masks of obscurity.

A room of mirrors cracking, a sinister echo cutting as sharded glass.

As i stare beyond the kaleidoscope of

splintered madness.