hello

 
the jilted truth lied to itself
it believed in horror not in beauty
so the earth being interactive
turn dark, amused by my terror it respond
sending in villains to chase

I calculate the odds of running
and watch as nightmares materialize
as quiet doom turns into three dimensional characters
enough to terrify

in the day my beautiful garden would gleam
with invisible specters that frightened but didn't bite
until they took over a body and reach out

at night I lay me down to sleep
afraid death would appear and take me unawares
nothing scars me more
than the thought of not being able to war with hell