Fear
Fear is the thing most people can’t seem to get away from.
The taste of your own sweat when you know it might be your turn.
The sight of the shadow that makes your skin crawl.
The fear that you feel when you know he is coming.
The smell of your own flesh as it rots.
You don’t want to even go there.
You hear his footsteps as he comes for you.
There is no where to hide. He is here for you and you alone.
As you touch the face of death,
The thing you fear the most,
You will feel no more.
Copyright © Lindsay Morris | Year Posted 2009
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