
~ And What Are You Scared Of? ~
Scared that my life will become pointless
That my soul will be diluted down
My mind filled with garbage
And my words lacking in truth
Scared that nothingness will become my reality
That the mirror reflection will be empty
My eyes devoid of light
My heart shrouded in greyness
Scared that the bastards will win
And make me one of their own
And the wilderness in me
Will be paved over
Ground down
Drained of its colour
Each year I can feel that concrete creeping
The bulldozers doing their damage
My curiosity fading
My leaves being stripped away
There is a helplessness about me these days
The vigour of youth has escaped me
My inner voice remains silent
Even my madness begins to fade
And I’m scared…
Scared that these words will run out
And everything good in me will die
As my body becomes an empty vessel
Scared that I’ll grow old
And no longer see the beauty
Sense the magic
Nor feel the wonder
Scared not of pain or torture
Nor of death or darkness
But scared of existing
And breathing the air
And beating my heart
And waking up each day
While no longer being alive.