Everyone has fear.
People have hope and dreams.
Even when hope is lost
We still have dreams..
People can fear anything,
Flying, animals, feelings..
For the fear to be healed,
You must confront your hell.
Mine is cold and dark.
It uncovers its ugly self
As dusk approaches.
Hope is lost but dreams still live..
They live on hurt and pain
They thrive on my memories
And the darkness feeds on my past.
Not dreams of daisies and bubbles..
But dreams of fear and destruction
Of a hell full of you deepest wishes
Wishes to die, or even wake up
But then you know how the fears return..
How although daylight has broken
Night later shall fall.
Is the only way to fight fear
To give up.. to die?
Or to believe in hope
That can so easily be lost.
Fear is our weakness
As we know someday..
..It could be our reality.
We might have to face it one day in real life.
That is what we fear.
