My little friend called "fear"

I walked alone in this gloomy wood.
I walked under little dolls and under the blue moon.
But this much was true...
I was never walking alone for my little friend called "fear" followed.
He cut my skin with his long finger nails.
He tripped me with his bending broken legs.
As I fell into my little friends arms.
I realized I fell into nothing more but a pile of leaves.
As I looked to dark murky blue sky...
I realized these woods were my chains and these words were nothing more then a memory.
As I hear the midnight bell sound the hour, I close my eyes and stare into the eternal darkness.