The fear that keeps me alive
Holds me and let me breathe
In its putrid breath I find comfort
Digging deep into the wounds of time
I find my dying hope
Into the blacken arms of fear
In its hug
I find solace
In my guilt
I find myself
Cleansing my soul of myself
Purified by my tears
Washing the fear off my face
Taking the guilt with their echo
They took the bitter pill
And turned the odds in my favor
In its hug
I can feel my tears
Dripping down my face
I hear them pounding the floor
Hammering my head
In its hug
I can feel my tears
Dripping down my face
In its hug
I pity me
I crawl to myself
I spit my feet
I pity me
I find my way to myself
A warm and sweet yell of catharsis
An echo died where fear is hidden
Where guilt no longer laughs
It dies drowned in hybris
I am no god
But fearless I face them