Fear
I'm terrified of being alone,
The antidote to my fear is not known.
People say I have so much left to do,
But what do they know?, I ask you.
I no longer have the strength to live,
Dear God I ask you to forgive.
I'm not afraid of Death,
Though a glance at his face steals my breath.
I'm more afraid of my own thoughts.
My life is nothing more than a mess of tangled knots.
From the corner of my eye a fleeting shadow is seen.
A gleaming dagger is in my hand, what can it mean?
Drops dark as evil drip from my arm.
I begin to weaken, oblivion attains and irresistable charm.
Was it my hand that made the cuts, so fine, so deep?
Death draws near to taste the blood that from my wrists does seep.
I feel his tongue caress my wrist, his body shivers in delight.
His arms, searing, cold, and strong, draw my body close, I can't fight.
His skin has warmed with the fire of my blood, his lips capture mine.
I look into his eyes, black as hell, and say "What's mine is thine."
I open my arms to invite Death in.
I give up without a struggle, I want him to win.
