Fear

Running Scared

I can feel the fear crawling up my spine at night,

Licking at my heels despite,

The speed at which I run.

I can taste the bile, burning all the while,

And I can feel the evil,

And I can hear it howl,

The discord breaking me apart,

The evil ripping out my heart,

Leaving just a bloody empty hole.

Nothing Left but Fear

My cell phone sits there quietly waiting for your call.

It does not vibrate beep or ring. It just sits there waiting for your call.

But I, I pace the hall, unable to sit still.

The night progresses, my mind regresses, time to call it a night.

With a hopeful smile, “ well there’s always tomorrow...” I Flick out the light.

But before the dark, I see myself, a last glimpse in the mirror.

My eyes are dead, I see no fight, there is nothing left but fear.