Fear

by littlewitch

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human, Dark
Length: 302

I am the monster inside your head. I am all of the critters underneath your bed. I am the sweat that you shed. I am the reason you strive to live instead.

I am the monster who naps under your bed.
I am the voice shouting inside of your head.
I am the nightmare that disrupts your sleep.
I am the essence of a psychopathic creep.
I am the blood that floods down your neck
when you try to run but hit your head.
I am the illusion; building blocks of society.
I am the root of all insanity.
I am the fear that stunts your growth.
I am the tape that covers your mouth.
I am the sound of her cries and screams.
I am the one who shatters your dreams.
I am the entity who holds you back,
with every belief comes the courage you lack.
I am the root of all insanity,
but at least I can see what you cannot see,
because I am you, and you are me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-01 00:40:01 UTC

the first of many nightmares in a long time

So.. everything is energy. And e equals m times c squared. Energy is basically, vibrations in space. The embodiment of such things, is, well, matter. And you, my friend, are just a soul in a shell, a pearl, in a clam, a drive in a vehicle, and you, are the creator of your own universe. But fear. What is fear? An emotion? Fear and love are the two basic emotions that all other feelings branch off of, according to a few books I've read in my early teenage years.

I checked my watch. Ten minutes til' two... I was walking in broad daylight, when a man stopped me.

He had an awkward posture and an psychotic look in his bloodshot eyes. His face was creased with age and his teeth were yellow and stained and decayed. He was repulsive. He blankly stared my way, and forced himself a scratchy greeting, "Hello there. I would like something from you."

Oh lord, leave me alone. Normally I am very friendly with other people, but he walked towards me, or rather, as he did, my heart began to have palpitations. "What is it, sir?"

Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I screamed. Fell to my knees, and ran towards home. It was a mile away, and he had a car, he was now trying to what, kill me?

Thank God, all of that was only a nightmare.

remnents

Our subconscious holds every memory ever remembered.

We remember our feelings and thoughts.

Our subconscious... is, well, a breeding ground for our dreams.

As I awake, my latest nightmare disintegrates into dust and is carried by the wind from my mind. I wake up, get around, and get ready for the day.