The White of Your Eyes

As I look at the whites of your eyes I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me. I grind my teeth together when I see you walking. I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand. I'v always feared you, but no more. The fear I had of you I turned it into courage. Now I no longer fear you. I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout. Cuz the only thing I see you as... Is a dead man walking. And now your in the ground where you belong. ( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)