A poem for Fear
9:48 p.m.
& Saturday, Mar. 27, 2004
Fear cannot touch me, it can only taunt me.
It cannot take me, just tell me where to go.
I can either follow, or stay in my bed.
I can hold onto things that I know.
The dead stay dead, they cannot walk.
The shadows are darkness.
And darkness cannot talk.
remember when?
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