1
Steals your rest,
Pushes on your knees,
Kills and saves,
Reads your thoughts,
In the shadows meets,
And is always near,
Whisper its’ name,
That’s your fear;
2
It hides deep inside,
Rules your actions,
Its’ cold breath,
Near your temples;
You know it better
Than all your senses,
So simple paradox…
So slippery path;
So slippery
This path is;
3
All of us try
To win this battle,
This eternal fight
With own fears;
Try to understand
That the winners’
Soul becomes dead
In chains of madness;
4
Don’t try to kill it,
It makes you know
What you fight for,
What you search for;
Don’t let it defeat you,
You will lose all
What you fight for,
That makes you breathe;
Fear
© Copyright: Ирина Галаган, 2010
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