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
