O fear that rests within my heart,
entropy that proceeds within the dark.
Your feeling is that of one wrought with terror
towering over emotion and actions,
until I am all but consumed
& bound by it.
Of this feeling you impart, I’ve come to know & love, for when I fear, I know my heart still beats, and my will still searing.
For you, O fear, only present yourself over the precincts of lands unconquered & lines not crossed.
So when I look into yours eyes,
I’m in love.
Not from a masochistic tendency
Nor from an empathy to stay comfortable,
But, because I know what’s left to live for,
when I feel your neurotic
presence.
The pleasures yet tasted,
the view yet seen, the accolades
yet achieved, and the people I’m
yet to meet.
But of all the things that I love about you, O fear, is I know you’re
the catalyst to my peace,
the lynchpin to my serenity.
For I will never understand peace, if I haven’t gotten to know you first.
And I shall never be at peace, until I’ve gone through the subjugation of your will first.
O fear, my lover, show your face one more time, life is repetitive, and you bring me hope.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
O fear that rests within my heart,
entropy that proceeds within the dark.
Your feeling is that of one wrought with terror
towering over emotion and actions,
until I am all but consumed
& bound by it.
Of this feeling you impart, I’ve come to know & love, for when I fear, I know my heart still beats, and my will still searing.
For you, O fear, only present yourself over the precincts of lands unconquered & lines not crossed.
So when I look into yours eyes,
I’m in love.
Not from a masochistic tendency
Nor from an empathy to stay comfortable,
But, because I know what’s left to live for,
when I feel your neurotic
presence.
The pleasures yet tasted,
the view yet seen, the accolades
yet achieved, and the people I’m
yet to meet.
But of all the things that I love about you, O fear, is I know you’re
the catalyst to my peace,
the lynchpin to my serenity.
For I will never understand peace, if I haven’t gotten to know you first.
And I shall never be at peace, until I’ve gone through the subjugation of your will first.
O fear, my lover, show your face one more time, life is repetitive, and you bring me hope.
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