Fears Became My Phobia
The rush the energy that flowed within.
It came through me like a sin.
The wind wisped a quiet tone.
Even though it had hardly blown.
Once again my friend.
All alone.
But, are we true to it?
Have you had enough of it?
Heart beats picking up in pace.
Dodging trees in some devilish race.
But to where?
But why?
Should I have opened my eyes?
Earlier in the night was fine.
Not a drip of liquid gold to the ears.
Not a sound for the world to hear.
But now the growls.
The intent to kill.
The fear crept up and meant to fill.
The soul from within.
From the darkness it may begin.
The fleeting of the hairs.
From no care?
From not a single worry in the world.
To the stomach twirled.
Has my mind played another trick on me?
Or is there something I cannot see.
Behind the veil of the dark he stood.
Staring me down from under his hood.
The man was grim.
His smile had crept.
With one swift motion he bent down and he swept.
All of my fears came to reality.
I saw you personally, full fledged brutality.
Off came my arm, my life force wept.
Blood spilled over the leaves below.
That ringing kept me sane, Shooting up to look out the window.
Still dark.
Just a dream.
Once again my friend.
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