Cut my conscious believing
Feed me to the sharks
But don't give them my heart
Give me peace of mind
Let my soul rest in the clutches of a forbidden dinesty  
I'll invite you over
I'll be the perfect host
I'll give you such a good time
You'll be left hanging on the edge
Better not fall!
Watch your step from the very moment you enter.
I do care about you to a certain extent

I have long died
So I've watch your life from a distance
Nothing truly captivating,but you're the perfect specimen
One I can devour
You seem so weak and fragile though
I'll be bold while I indulge in your poor soul
I'm no grim reaper
I'm the perfect host ******!
And I just won't enjoy your flesh as much as I'll enjoy your delicate soul.

Four letters
Fear
Conjures up an emotion
I'm always lying right beside fear
And next to it lies what needs to be conquered
What lies next to it is victory unknown
And things least hoped for
I fear that the number of breaths I take might not make me mount to anything great in life.
I fear that I might become acquainted with me pain!
I fear that my existence will remain unknown!
I fear that I might die a coward!

Fear
One could never think that four letters could consume your sanity,confidence,trust and self belief!
Knees kiss the cement like a bitter rival.
I surrender
And  my sub-conscience echoes in a language unknown!
As fear slowly ***** me me in, into a secluded dinesty of unparalleled promises.
I lie face flat
Thinking that that very same face could face fear!
But that was just a thought
How dillusional I was think I'd conquer fear.