It's funny that death
        Is the lock
Between the worlds

Child calls
"Daddy there is something under my bed "
Father goes to room turns on lights and checks under bed
He slowly backs away saying
"Nope nope nope **** it I'm out 
 sorry honey in a world of monsters it's every man for himself " that was five years ago
still regrets nothing.

It's fear
That makes strength
A weakness

Hello darling.
Softly shimmering glow,
A vision to behold.
Rosy cheeks,
Now pale as snow.
Realizing that screaming,
Is me...

I will get our things for they don't want us here
Now i shall sleep and remember earlier times
Your time will come to cross the shifting sands

Fear is for the living
*Only the dead are fearless