#sycthe
I'm so **** scared of the future
with death's vast scythe circling
'round my throats about to
slice the stamina right out of me.
I'm so **** afraid of the next step
of what's coming for me which is
completely unknown and foreign.
Death's black cloak resembles a cover shrouding me in darkness
dismantling my sense of safety
threatening to suffocate me.
I'm so **** frightened of finding out how you truly feel about me
deep inside past all this ********
It's going to be okay but I'm swallowing my tongue because death's cold skull stare is beating my brain to submission and I'm about to topple over from all the weight even though I know
you care about me.
But I'm still terrified
of the truth
whatever it could be.
But I'm still terrified
of venturing forth into
unknown territory
without a plan or a structure
without direction or control
without truly knowing
anything.
I'm so **** scared of the future
that it might tear my skin away
to reveal that I'm only made of
flesh and blood and bone and guts
and not the thick metal and steel that I thought I was made of.
I'm so **** scared of what's coming of finding out something of communicating my feeling to you
because it could change
everything.
And Death's shiny sycthe
still glints
at my quivering throat
and I gulp as I try to be brave
but bravery is not my strong suit.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC