Fear

(MAYBE YOU SKIP THIS ONE HUH) All alone, with nothing to think of. But thoughts warning of bad things, to come. Things, you dont want to entertain. Things you really don't want to play the game. Visions, swarming all too conveniently. Them, knowing, all too well about what makes you uneasy. What it is, that drives your fear. Night's hazy phantom, is. In the near. The wicked that walks your way, is here. And its pissed. My dear. Evil sits down, beside your dark place, scanning, your very atmosphere. Looking at what lies in shadows, stationed, beneath. Then exploiting any secrets, there. Secrets that will let them breach, from within, within reach, of all of your fears. I can only imagine the vibes you're receiving, like your soul in flux, internally bleeding, tears. From this, you can understand, where this is leading. In short, it means, their plans, are going, as planned. More to the point, it means, "you're screwed, lost to the lost, a plaything of the damned", cheers! In the distance you can barely hear. The giggles of the Devil's children. Getting louder, drawing nearer, and playing ring around the rosey, noise maker and twister. Sneering in the drawing mirror. You can picture them taunting, pointing, while in dancing-a jig for disaster. Pointing out the fallen, fallen on you. Curious to see, what they can see. By tasting fear, feeding its sucklings by the pits and roots- the succulence-quickening. Now the mood has all turned to the darkside. A real bummer, like a sun-downer, on the dark side of the moon.