My eyes they wonder

at every shadow

every sound

my heart it races

beating faster,faster

So much that I can hear it pounding in my chest

Ba-boom,ba-boom

Terror fills my being

fills my soul

I lay awake at night

petrified by my own senses

my hearing

my sight

If my eyes do grow heavy

and I slip into a moderate coma

I dream dreams

or rather nightmares

that I would not wish on my worst enemies

so real

so lucid

so horrifying

Awake I cower from reality

Asleep I cower from fabrications of my mind

Life is cruel

The world is cold

I have every reason to be afraid

a wise man once said

It is good to be brave

but their is a difference between brave and pure stupidity

It is brave to stand up to and face your fears

It is stupid to fear nothing

I try to live by these words

Guidelines of intellect

they wrap me in comfort

oh such litte comfort

even that is pure bliss