Fear is the silent killer.
A kind of thief in the night.
It is but a whisper.
You would never know it
  was there till it was too late.
All consuming.
Ever abusing.
It will become your heart and soul.
Never giving thought 
  to when or where.
It will take hold and never let go.
You will come to hate it.
And you will come to hate yourself.
Memories are now scorched.
Ashes that are taken away by the wind.
They all become the never.
And so everything draws to a close.
You are bleeding out and don't even see it.


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