Fear Fear grabs you and shakes you losing you in paranoia.
Doing anything to get away from the feeling.
Sprinting away from the darkness, only to be in gulfed once more.
Falling through pit of lies.
Nothing is real; only figments of your imagination.
Merely things you have thought of.
Even with the knowledge of reality, you can’t shake the feeling.
Sprinting away from the darkness, only to be in gulfed once more.
Falling through pit of lies.
Nothing is real; only figments of your imagination.
Merely things you have thought of.
Even with the knowledge of reality, you can’t shake the feeling.
Death and pain pour down upon you unable to escape their presence.
You are shaken by the fear, slowly losing your sanity.
Any sense of direction you had is gone. You are lost in the dark.
Stumbling through with every step you grow weaker.
Until you are on your knees begging for mercy. You are shaken by the fear, slowly losing your sanity.
Any sense of direction you had is gone. You are lost in the dark.
Stumbling through with every step you grow weaker.
Mercy from whom?
Yourself?
You have locked yourself up in the depths of Haydes or is it your own mind?
No matter you are still unable to see the light.
The light is no longer tangible it is nonexistent.
Only a dream.
You live in a nightmare.
The pain is a constant, but you can’t feel it anymore.
Numbness fills you.
The things that once scared you are now knives being thrown at your chest.
Anxiety in your bones.
Happiness is gone painted over by fear. Not erased only covered. No matter you are still unable to see the light.
The light is no longer tangible it is nonexistent.
Only a dream.
You live in a nightmare.
The pain is a constant, but you can’t feel it anymore.
Numbness fills you.
The things that once scared you are now knives being thrown at your chest.
Anxiety in your bones.
The light is locked away for only the good to see.
Are you still good?
Have you only been tricked?
Tricked into this never ending maze of pain and demons.
The river of fire is the only source of light left. It is almost a liquid substance.
You tried to drown you demons in the fire, but they know how to swim.
The river of fire is the only source of light left. It is almost a liquid substance.
You tried to drown you demons in the fire, but they know how to swim.
They swim and laugh at your petty attempts.
They believe you are weak and can not break free they are the fear.
They are why you are still here in this awful place.
They are the thieves of the light, the bringers of death and darkness.
How will you be saved?
Will you give in and swim among the darkness?
Will you keep your heart of pure alive and battle against them?
Hoping for an answer that may never occur.
You ran into the darkness the glowing of the river of fire out of sight. You are in isolation.
Lost in your memories, you remember happiness and joy,
Things that no longer seem real anymore. They feel like a fairytale.
Stuck in the vortex of your madness forever.
Never to feel relief again.
Waiting and waiting.
It feels like days, weeks, months pass. You haven’t been found nor have you died.
The demons find you and now they know you are weak.
They try to invade you, but are repelled by your heart.
Your heart is pure unlike your mind.
The land transforms to life after the purity bursts from your soul.
Bringing light to your home and fear has been destroyed,
but how long until it returns?
They believe you are weak and can not break free they are the fear.
They are why you are still here in this awful place.
They are the thieves of the light, the bringers of death and darkness.
How will you be saved?
Will you give in and swim among the darkness?
Will you keep your heart of pure alive and battle against them?
Hoping for an answer that may never occur.
You ran into the darkness the glowing of the river of fire out of sight. You are in isolation.
Lost in your memories, you remember happiness and joy,
Things that no longer seem real anymore. They feel like a fairytale.
Stuck in the vortex of your madness forever.
Never to feel relief again.
Waiting and waiting.
It feels like days, weeks, months pass. You haven’t been found nor have you died.
The demons find you and now they know you are weak.
They try to invade you, but are repelled by your heart.
Your heart is pure unlike your mind.
The land transforms to life after the purity bursts from your soul.
Bringing light to your home and fear has been destroyed,
but how long until it returns?
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