If you were to ask me what is fear,
my answer would be:
fear is a delicate flower, that get's stomped by a boot.
Fear is watching a dove fly away in panic.
Fear is what grabs your limbs, and makes your blood run cold.
If you asked, I would not show you fear.
Fear is danger coming at you.
You know fear is after you, but you can't move,
it has it's clutches on you.
You can't scream, it has your vocal cords tied in a knot.
Fear runs into your heart, stopping it dead.
Until the last beat is dead.
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