Do I fear
being unknown?
Did life intend
for this so appear
as if I was alone?

Its been seared
burnt straight
and burnt clear
the ashes cloud the world
they stay
making fear

Trying to make me tear
its burning
flakes of fear
It's dark.
Am I alone?

It began to clear
The fear, it was no longer near
I saw the scars of my burnt flesh
it appeared, I was always alone.

Was there fear?
No, but only a spark
of a forgotten dear.
For ages, it still lights.
Just wish it wasn't so bright.

It's not so bad,
To be unknown.
It's okay.
It's just you, me, and I.
Against this cold dark world.
Nothing to fear, its will disappear.