It is within the darkest recesses of my mind that the things I truly fear reside.
I fear nothingness, the dreadful emptiness that borders all of consciousness.
I fear the darkness within my soul for I know not what lurks there.
I fear that my alabaster face of kindness will crumble and everyone will see the horror that lies beneath.
I fear the uncertainty of death.
I fear the moonless nights and the beasts that prowl them.
And yet most of all, I fear myself and the atrocities of which I am capable.
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The Nature of Fear
PoetryMe being seasonal and getting spoopy considering it is October after all
