maria sudibyo (280883 / parist van java)
Art of Fear
Is it the childhood memories that can be laughed?
Is it the march of darkness that couldn't be travelled?
Is it the pointed weakness that you despise?
Is it the favorite game you know well to play?
Like sudden thunder drums above the head
Like frozen pool that should not be touched
Like poisonous drink that keep being swallowed
Like shadow lurking in the light of dawn
Does it halt your movement?
Does it trap you inside the soul?
Does it bring doubt to your sanity?
Does it raise the beast that long be tamed?
Of power that inducing trauma
Of mystery of irrational phobia
Of danger to the one we love
Of future that keep being unveiled
Are you haunted by constant nightmare?
Are you standing on the tip of knife?
Are you ignoring it like some kind of noise?
Are you struggling to keep on your mask?
It is the tool of terror
It is the secret long forgotten
It is the devil in the throne
It is the greatest business in the world
So do you run away from all the trouble?
Do you hide under those blanket?
Do you accept it as challenge?
Or do you use it against your enemy?
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