Fear is like a dish

That nobody wants to eat.

Fear walks around, invisible

So nobody can see him.

You may walk away,

Or run,

But somehow, fear gets inside of you.

Fear is like a dead end.

Fear is loneliness,

Even when people are around you.

You may walk away,

Or run,

But somehow, fear gets inside of you.

Fear is pure silence,

Pure stillness.

But sometimes, fear is a tornado,

Ripping your soul to shreds.

You may walk away, 

Or run,

But somehow, fear will get inside of you.

Fear is a virus,

An incurable virus.

And fear stains your intestines,

So you never forget fear.

You may walk away,

Or run,

But somehow, fear will get inside of you.