Always lurking in the shadows, going unnoticed. We never listen when it barks at us to look out for danger. We find it to be a nuisance and be angry at the lost noise. We want to forget about it but it reminds us every time we're at a certain circumstance. We think we are insane, so we give it names, such as voices in my head. Our headaches are not always caused by stress, it is usually sending us warning signs. It gets angry at us too, so it gives us migraines. It tries its atmost best to protect us, but we neglect it. It always speaks with us, but we don't listen.

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The darkness hides behind the curtains of lies, as the smoke of doubt drifts by the passage of hate. Once caught in the passage, you see your fate walk out of you because of fear. Fear is a sickness that once it clings on, it clings on till the end of days. Eye sockets go dry as the Sahara desert. What kind of fear is this? The kind you only talk about but never want to face. The fear that has no fear of separating those closest. The fear that is so addictive that everyone is a ******. No its not the fear of death, no its not the fear of animal, no its not the fear of muscles, but yes it is a fear of love. The kind of fear that has a thin line. The kind of fear that changes like weather. The kind of fear that can render you paralyzed, muted, and dislocated.
This kind of fear we long for, this kind of fear is called LOVE.

She came silently at night, while everyone was uptight in their blanket. Bearing a dagger and sack of evil ideas and torture. Her eyes glow of innocence, her body in pain of abundance, her hands shaken by the terror. You can hear her heart beat in her mind. You can hear her thoughts in her heart. She saw his innocent heart, she took his innocent heart, she used his innocent heart, she broke his innocent heart, she left his innocent heart apart, and now his innocence is haunting her heart. Causing her to lose her heart in her mind and her mind in her heart. Mind that she is the reason that the nightmare is alive. Blood rushes like tides running out of her eyes, screaming to the inside, lower and lower her loud silent screams fade away. Its all just a pipe dream until you live in the nightmares of a broken heart.

Look into these eyes of mine, see the reason why I smile every night. Look into these eyes of mine, see the reason why I fight for love. Look into these eyes of mine, see why I had to lie on my back and take the pain of a lash. Look into these eyes of mine as they have cried salt tears. Look into these eyes of mine and see the young lost child. Look into these eyes of mine and find the secret of life. Look into these eyes of mine and see my mother bathed in love. Look into these eyes of and see what my deepest triumphs are. Look into these eyes of mine and see how I conquered my fears. Look into these eyes of mine and see why I was failed by pain. Look into these eyes of mine and see how I long to be with you tonight.