The Oldest FearMy mother once said, "You aren't afraid of needles, you’re afraid of pain. You aren't afraid of exploring, you’re afraid of getting lost. You aren't afraid of heights, you’re afraid of falling. You aren't afraid of flying, you’re afraid of crashing."I conquered all my fears but one:My fear of the darkThe oldest fear mankind has known.One night, I told my mother about my only fear. She stopped rocking in her chair and knelt down in front of me. She smiled sweetly and replied,“My child, you aren't afraid of the dark, you’re afraid of what’s in it.”I looked into her bright golden eyes before she hugged me tightly.Funny, I thought Mother’s eyes were blue.
Dear NightmaresThis is a letter to leave to the night.To the monsters under my bed,In my closet,In my head.This is a letter about fear.About screaming in the night,In the shadows of faces,In the voices afraid of the light.This is a letter about countless cries.About sanity that would not come,About everything lost to the night,About the damage that cannot be undone.This is a letter about remorse.About all the time I didn’t spend,About the people I left in the ashes,About the friendships I lost in the end.This is a letter about dreams.About the realities I didn’t need to face,About time wasted on invisible planes,About vanishing without a trace.This is a letter I did not writeBecause I was too busy screaming in the night.
The War Ain't OverThe war's never overIts always just beginningThinking of all the battles I've lostSends my brain spinning,But the war ain't overThat much I knowSo there's a chance I could take the reignsAnd then I'd never let 'em goBut right now's another battleAnother hour of pain,The enemies siegeWhen my smile started to waneUnder the crushing blowsTheir words did to meThough I supposeI should be glad they weren'tSticks and stonesCause then where would I be?And as my embarrassment mountsThen comes their cavalryStabbing at what's left of my gaiety.I call for a retreatCut the losses of my prideRun back for shelterAnd merely try to hide,But waiting there's an ambushAnother standing infantryAll their guns dutifullyPointing towards me.I stand and accept their fireWhere else am I meant to go?Here was supposed to be safeThis castle was supposed to be home.So I pull myself togetherI stride through their screamsTrying not to fall apartWhilst they rip me to seams.And the d