I FEAR THINGS THAT LURKS AT CORNERS DIRE
CREATURES THAT CREEPS INTO THE MINDS AND MAKE “EM DARK
I FEAR CATS I FEAR BATS
THEY ARE THE SAME AT THE PLACES OF DARK
THEIR EYES ARE MELANCHOLY BLEACHED WITH PEACH BLACK
I FEAR SNAKES AND THEIR HISSING SOUND
I SHRIEK AT THEIR SINOUS SIMPLE SIGHT
I FEAR HOLES THAT DEEPEN WITH AN ECHO SOUND
I GET NUMB AT THE SCREECHES OF A CAR
I FEAR GROUPS I FEAR CROWDS
A LOOK AT ME MIGHT MAKE ME PROUD
I FEAR BOYS I FEAR GIRLS
I DON’T TELL I MIGHT GET SOME SHRILLING THRILLS
I FEAR FRIENDS I DON’T YET HAVE
I LONG FOR MY PAST WHERE FEAR DOESN’T LAST
I FEAR I MIGHT NOT GET THE LOVE THAT LAST
I FEAR STORIES THAT MAKES CHILDREN CRY
I FEAR PITY I FEAR HATE
THESE ARE FRIENDS THAT THRIVE HAND IN HAND
I FEAR WORDS I FEAR THOUGHTS
ALONE THEY MAKES ME SAD

FOR ALL THEY LOVE ARE THINGS I FEAR
THINGS THAT STINGS THOSE THAT BITES
THE MORE THEY CARE THE WORSE I FEAR
I FEAR TEST I DEFER QUEST
THESE ARE SCHEMES TO SUNDER OUT THE WORST
I FEAR DEATH I FEAR DEARTH
I FEAR ONE DAY WHEN WE ALL WILL BE LAID TO EARTH
I FEAR THINGS OF WHICH I CAN’T SEE
OF BECOMING THE PERSON WHOM I FEAR TOO
I FEAR EVIL I FEAR THING WHICH ARE BLIND AND CAN SEE
I FEAR TREES LOOKING DOWN FROM THE TOP
BREEZES IN THE DARK WITH MY CANDLES ON
STUCTURES MIGHT LEAPING INTO THE SKY

I FEAR THIS I FEAR THAT I FEAR MOST EARTH’S MOLTEN ZONE
I LIKE RAIN, TO GET WET THEN THE FEAR OF CATCHING COLD
I PLAY GAMES FOR PLEASURE BUT IN TIME AM ALREADY BORED
I FEAR I HAVE TO HATE A FEW THINGS AND YET I CAN’T BE BROAD
I FEAR DECISIONS WHICH I’VE MADE SOME OF WHICH I CAN’T TAKE BACK  
MANY A THING WHICH I FEAR NOW I FEAR LIVING IN FEAR.

"The Drawn Ones
Not the chosen ones."
~Oda

"Let's go... thru Melodic Existence
Into Hypnotizing Non-Existence..."
~Oda


You can say it
However you want so
But things, come
and go.
Passing by
All Beginningless Time,
The River of
Never-Ending Lifetimes...

Sinous Word flow
Of Ever Rhyming
Saying So's;

So you can say...

Since Beginningless Time
Yet it could Never Be...

And so goes on to Culminate
Paradoxically United...
Becoming Defined
In You Looking back at it
Once Again....

....But otherwise,
A Prison of The Mind
Lost in the
Illusory Tide...


...And with each Passing Facade
Forms Begin to take Shape...
And So The Soul
Begins to Focal-Point,
Preluding a Flowing
Of Coming and Goings...

....Thru Melodic Existence



....Into Hypnotizing Non-Existence

....So it will go;
The Push and Pull
The Ebb and Flow
The Ying and Yang