Fear is living, fear is death. Fear is dying, fear is no more breath. I like the way fear makes me feel, fear never stops, fear is always real. Fear keeps me alive when my adrenaline shouldn’t, I’ll always be fearful even when my heart couldn’t. Fear makes me strong, fear makes me weak. My body wants nothing more, as it nervously tweaks. I convulse and I shake like a fish out of water, not realizing that what I do to myself is slaughter. I feel peace and I feel torn, but at least I don’t feel fear anymore.