Invisible bars
Phantom jailor
Ghosts of doom
Cornered in an empty room
Blinded in the sunlight
Most potent when undefined
Fear is a lie of the mind
Carving a grave for its followers
Frozen inside self-defense
Unable to remember what was beautiful
Words become daggers
It’s too dark out
We’re too old
We’re too young
Fear stomping its feet
Beating the drum
Crying out for vengeance
Fear wants to name a foe
It wants control
Won’t let go of its vice grip on the wheel of a sinking ship
Fear
