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Saturday, May 16, 2009

And Fear Strikes Again

Welcome back Fear, my old friend
How I missed your pitiful company
I yearned for the times we locked our eyes
And partook of the pain that lay beneath

How I longed for the skies to darken
For acid rain to scar my skin
The purging of my mediocrity
Only possible when you come knocking

I crave the time when I was a stranger to you
When your ghastly tentacles hadn't gripped my soul
And damaged it forever; leaving it in shreds
Bleeding and stripped of all its pulchritude

I lie helpless, naked and cold
As the wind strikes my flesh, again and again
I lie hapless, naked and cold
Bearing you, Fear, a gift from my progenitor

1 comment:

Ayreej Rahman said...

Good one...
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