Fear

I stare at the stars, waiting for the words to come.

Descending into my greatest fear, I've finally gone numb.

I've lived my entire life, through hatred and despair.

My need leaves me breathless, drowning in the midnight air.

I am a revolutionist, awaiting inspiration.

Inspired enough, only to beg for revelation.

My heart and soul are dead, as I might as well be.

For without passion, there simply is no "me".

I cannot sleep; the days are starting to blur.

I am awake in this coma, but am unable to stir.

I would scream until my lungs collapsed, if only I had a reason.

Betrayal of self is my crime; the highest form of treason.

Maybe I'm not sick, and my abuse has brought on some sanity.

Or is this punishment I reap, after sowing seeds of vanity?

This lack of instability has me rather concerned.

For I know if I get complacent, a horrible lesson WILL be learned.

Seeking your approval, I beat my head against the wall.

Covered in shame, I embrace my down-fall.

My greatest fear came to life, by taking mine away.

The world is finally listening, and I have nothing more to say....