Fear – It’s a liar, truth be told.

It whispers so sweetly in your ear

Its tone comforts the edgiest soul

For its victim it holds no fear.

An injured heart is dangerously fragile

Its ragged edges shiver with every beat

Prone to destruction all the while

Unaware of all the dangers unseen.

Fear haunts the recesses of the mind

Brings with it twisted illusions

More terrifying than any you will find.

Imagined – Wicked – Delusions

Now when the head is light and the eyes are clear

Fear possesses a quite different tone

From that tortured existence you find yourself free

Those demons, now dead and gone.

~ Patti Crowley