Coherence

Anthropophobia

You're scared of us, aren't you?
We cared for them, why wouldn't we?
We spared ourselves, didn't we?

We fall further in the eyes of grace,
we are casted down from higher hate.

My skin is a battlefield,
my cheeks are scarred with disease and famine.
I'm scarred with the marks of my ancestors age-old sin.

We are the nightmares born in human skin,
and we grovel at the feet of intruding thoughts and sickness burning.

I fear you like I'm feared by ants.
Your humanlike features scare me,
like a dog fears thunder.

A primal instinct to run for cover.

We are born and bred with paranoia,
we hate all that seems uncanny.

And we hide under our covers,
hoping that the ones that stand at the foot of our beds,
will disappear as we count to ten.
As we hope that the monsters don't hear our thoughts,
that they don't lure us in with tricks of old and promises of gold.

My reflection flickers, who is that?

Their faces are blurred, crossed out in favor of disguise.
They stand behind me, sneering at me from unreachable depths inside.

We're no longer safe, they've surrounded us,
and we're trapped within frozen walls of scarce hate.

We don't trust ourselves, we're ironically already dead.

As we scream as they grab our necks, and crush our windpipes.
The earth does a silent cheer,
its killers are being eradicated,
who's left behind to mourn its deepest tormentors?

I'm slowly suffocating in terror,
as I'm watched by entities of fate from the gates of hell,
silently awaiting their newest form of the tormented approach to its prison cell.

And we're death,
we're fear,
we're terror.

We're afraid of what you've become, what we've become.

Anthropophobia - I'm afraid of humans and what we have done.