Panic
Shadows pass
They don’t scare me
Even if they push me
Down that pit.
Panic. I think.
Evil’s face
Haunts me like hell
Even if they try
They’ll never win.
Panic. I guess.
Ghosts haunt
Past and past
Repetitively, yet
They’ll never fool me.
Panic. I know.
Yes, that. Exactly.
The one when I fear
Nothing at all
Even if it’s my life.
Panic. Coz I am
Feeling that feeling again.
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