These Hidden Words

Fear

You don't know fear when you're dead.

A heart that never beat can't feel adrenaline, bones that never left the grave can't feel suspense caress their spine.

Eyes long rotten and eye sockets with no lids can't shut their eyes in denial of the terror before them.

I am but a walking corpse with no heart—left to walk amongst the living apathetic and cold.

I can't fear when I can't feel, I can't hurt when there's no blood to bleed.

You can't torture a tortured torturer, as they say.

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—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧