I come from fear, I'm made of it.
I am terror, I am danger.
I come from fear, I am afraid.
I come from a dark place, will I kill again?
I know I will, I don't know when.
I come from fear, I come from pain.
They thought I was a fairytale, they were wrong.
They don't believe in fables, they are gone.
I come from fear, I created fear.
I am fear in its purest form.
They will not escape once in my grasp.
They can struggle and wriggle, the pain will be worse.
They'll soon be my new play things, easy to dispose.
I will tear the life from their bodies, their spirits will burn in hell.
No-one knew what I was.
No-one could feel it, sense it, or see it at all.
And when the full moon rises, they will see, they will bleed.
And when the full moon shines, they'll see me.
Author's Note - This is also from my coursework for Creative Writing from last year.
