Do I scare you? Am I the object in
your life that has no place? The
precious, that consumes your every
thought, and threatens to destroy
you. Do I scare you? Do you push
me into the darkest corner
of your screwed up mind, and
lock away my memory. Is it
lined with silver to weaken my
presence? Do I scare you? There
is nothing to fear, but fear itself.
Do I scare you? Do you search
tirelessly for my hidden flaws?
Do you wait patiently for me to
fail? Perhaps you are a coward.
Too scared to let go, of what is not
yours to own. It is your fear that
keeps me, your fear that holds
me close, your fear that scares
me. I can be, or I can not be.
Limbo is so full of chaos. The
sadness crept in slowly, numbing
me to your exsistance. You scare me.
The time is coming.
You scare me.
Do I scare you?
The ticking clock drums inside
my head. Louder, louder and
louder still. The time is coming
I must safe my soul. The darkness
is spreading, it threatens to take
me away from this place. Your prescious
will be lost, into the deep heat
of hell, amongst the dark encrusted
mountains. It is late, your fear
has won.
