Questioning Fear
Why do I even try if all I do is lie?
Is it wrong to squander a life?
Is it wrong to shrivel up, consumed by strife
I see the faces of those I counted on
I remember them, but I’m already gone
Maybe it’s time to enter the beast, kill or be killed, the fighting does not cease
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2012
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