Terror

Some forms of terror are fresher than others
Some people go numb, others get devoured
Terror in its truest sense, is not a static state,
But its truest sense is a dynamic one.

It’s when hope turns into despair
When you feel suspense in the air
The tingle of chill on your neck
When the world suddenly turns black

Some people like it
The freshness of terror and death
Some people hate it,
The chill of fear’s cold breath

Terror is my only best friend
It is a weapon, it becks to me
It wants to be used, to cause havoc

I am its master, I am fear
I am the person who brings people death
When you’re lonely, look for me, I’m here.