Fear

Fear
Thoughts of shear terror
Pure destruction
Bottom teer

Surrounded
Blind folded spinning in circles
Dumbfounded
No sound comes out of the scream

Lost
Turn a cold shoulder
Directionless in the frost
Colder and colder

Tired
Counting each sheep
Trying to fall asleep
This time for good

Listening
Nothings happening
It never does
Tears glistening in the dark

Alone
No emotion shown
Death is a gift
In which cannot be indulged

Heart pounding
Blood rushing
Veins bulging
Muscles pushing

No ones there
Not a care
Thought gone
Alive but dead