I have a fear A sense of doubt, And I never wish To let it out.
But in mind, It haunts me so Slithers about In the darker groves. And at moments When I'm alone, It sneaks on me With its nasty hold.
It coils around my neck, It scales the span Of my body, Pulling on me Making me pale And my body wobble. Looks me in the eyes, Hurts me till I cry, I beg for relief But I find myself Escaping to a morbid sleep.
And before I die, It lets me go. Grins at me And I know. If I bury these things Again it will show.