Fears

Are like christmas lights,

In the dark.
Nothing,
wrapped around my body,
my only clothing.
Glittering around my spell-bound soul,
So dazzling,
and asphyxiating.
The lights,
more numerous than stars in the sky,
blaze a lurid, vibrant, electrifying chain,
in my footsteps, echoing down into the
rumbling,
belly of the Beast.
Radiating fear,
I rus as I might,
but am trapped by myself.
The perpetual, petrifying beauty by the
Nebula
of
fear.
Fear so beautiful in the dark,
Like God made him in His image.
He has gravity,
that you can't escape.
RUN,
away, towards.
It doesn't matter.
He's always there, looming in the pale darkness,
The monsters visage will be,
Illuminated,
by the fractals in the atmosphere.
He will appear!
When you conjure the courage.
To face His face.
Even in the dark,
you can see your reflection.