My deepest fear
Is not tangible
No mere phobia,
No easy explanation
It is a beast
That can be fought
But never slain, for
It will rise again
This monster
Tailor made for me
As all monsters are
Perfectly molded
From our own fears
And dark hearts
Chases me down the
Corridors of my mind
Bringing with it the
Cry of the lonely
The horrid sound that is
Suffering imbued in song
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