You’re terrified of me.

I am the hollow beat in your heart, the empty space under your bed.

I am the brief pause between your songs, the uncertainty before the fall.

You’re terrified of me.

I am the calm before the storm, the second before the timer stops.

I am the inevitable end, the struggle of your last breath.

You're terrified of me.

I am the call for help that never came, the hand that never caught you.

You're terrified of me.

Yet you stand there defiant, shaking.

Yet you come with open arms and tears that would fill oceans.

You're terrified of me.

Yet you still fight.

I guess you're not as terrified of me as you think.