I fear the things that I can't see,
when darkness grabs a hold of me.
When evil seeps into my veins,
and takes the reigns.

Silence scares me the most,
and hangs over me like my ghost.
Conscience racing, spiraling down,
nose diving, to the ground.

I meddle with what's not mine,
searching for truths to find.
Searching in the darkest depths,
for anything, even death.

But it crawls out from the cracks,
and like a disease, it attacks.
Crippling me, paralyzing,
so I sit and let it terrorize me.