Fearing

In world so cold, i thought i was left all alone. such sight i cant keep my eyes low. I do not fear feeling of falling. I fear you. But, i cant process a thought. Breathing is becoming quiet, experience turn heat to darkness. Not speaking, the silence is quite horrifying. Senses is keen, body is shaking. Evil is consuming such destruction. taking the faults, walking away. Never turning around, never making the right choice. Continuing lying that all is left is to believe the facade. Thats all i know. Fear me.