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Poisonous Fear

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Elendurwen

Published: Oct 28, 2012

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My poisonous shadow of fear
Glue-like hands and fingernails
Crawling up my swollen spine
Sinking into exposed brain
It chains itself inside
It binds me to its presence

Within a self-abusing mind
Within a body made of shiver
Nightmares broke my running legs
And made my eyes see light
A promise of unbroken world
That I can never have

A shattered personality
An intoxicated sanity
Addicted to my dread
I listen to its silent breathing
I am what it came for
I'm the monster that I fear

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It is our own fear that chains us to our place. Without fear, anything would be possible but we generally need to create fear in order to protect ourselves. The question is: when is it too much of being afraid? And at what point does our fear become a life form on its own?

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februaryblue

Nov 21, 2012

"Within a self-abusing mind" and "Within a body made of shiver" are really deep and beautiful lines; they're simple, but say so much.

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