I feared the unknown,
Of who’s going to pop out when,
Who’s going to **** who,
These TV shows frighten me no more.

I watch it day and night,
I see them rip out throats and hearts,
The blood gushing out from everything,
I don’t look away, but stare right into the screen.

I was scared of the dark,
The ghost behind me, under the bed,
Or someone ready to attack, misbehave,
I don’t look back anymore.

I walk alone all the time,
In a crowd and in deserted hallways,
Mind flashing glossy grave-like images,
Never fearing pain and death.

Monsters chased me,
Molesters haunted me,
Now I fear neither, instead I wonder,
Would I even cry and beg for them to spare me?

I don’t fear it, respect it, value it,
My death, my life, pain nor happiness,
I feel no joy, no tears, nothing,
Why would I want to be spared then?