The Things I Fear

So many things I fear, I fear I hide and hope they don’t come near And when they do I scream and yell As if I’ve seen the gates of hell. I fear things that go “bump” at night And lust and feast on human fright, They hide in shadows dark and deep And come at you when you’re asleep, I fear the witches in the air Beware their curse and evil stare, They’ll cast a spell to steal your fate When you find out it’ll be too late. I fear the zombies in the ground They’ve left their graves, I hear them pound, They’ll rip my flesh and eat my brains I shake and scream as terror reigns. Of all the things I fear, I fear… I fear all the things that go “bump” in the night, In the desolate darkness and depth of my mind, They tell me that hatred and greed are alright And confirm the corrosion and fall of mankind. I fear all the witches who’ve burned at the stakes, Or rather the dogmas for which they have died, Will reason resurface to quell past mistakes? Or will blind beliefs and false faith override? Of all of my fears zombies bring the most dread As I run and I fight in vain hopes to survive, For I fear I am them and will live life undead Without knowing what its like to be truly alive.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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