Fear,
it drives you insane.
Crawling into your head,
gnawing at your brain.
Run away,
run as far
and as fast as you can,
but I can grantee,
you won't run far enough,
man.
It will find you.
Just keep running,
don't try to hide.
Fear is cunning.
You don't have a prayer,
you don't have a chance.
It will trap you in its layer,
and force you into its hands.
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Comments
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chilling to the bones...fear developed into paranioa. You captured the fear and the running on dead-ends.
Thank you for sharing your talent.
Anna Lee
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