P.T.S.D. Poem by Saint Cynosure
P.T.S.D.
I fear the night,
I fear the day.
I fear a box,
cause where its laid.
I fear a sound,
sudden and loud.
I fear alone,
and in a crowd.
I fear I'll die,
I fear I'll kill,
I've done it before,
its no big deal.
I fear my dreams,
my sweat,
my screams,
from what I've lived,
and all I've seen.
I fear this world thats full of war,
with so little peace and love no more.
I fear,
youll fear,
my fear...
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