You are the creeping up my spine and the twitch whens you wake up in total darkness.
I am the the coil around your ankle and the blade in your heart.
I am the man in the front of the gun, screaming for the trigger.
The hounds of hell at your heels arent always your enemies and the best thing in your life could be what hurts you the most.
Am i afraid?
Of course I am afraid.
Fear makes visible what actually sets me on fire. Standing up is all we know but what are we even standing for if we arent reaching out to lift off the ground and dive into black holes with laugher in our hearts?