The Instinct Fear
Fear brings out the worst in peopleMy mind is a constant battle Of holding strong and wearing thin My thoughts are a constant prattle Of meaningless words and din. My eyes are forever seeking out The lost, the constant, in this place My head forever turned away From any contact with disgrace. My hands are trembling with unease They grip the slipping steering wheel My ears are likely soon to seize The sound of phantoms I can only feel. My stomach is a pit o...