Poems From The Lost

Consumed

Dark mornings know me best
Know the fear I suppress
It consumes my heart
Constricts it tight

Fear of love, fear of hate
Fear of losing my own faith
Fear of the future, and what it holds
Fear of growing so cold

The night monsters watch me sleep
Watch me writhe in painful peace
They call themselves insanity
Beckon me until I give in

Afraid of not being good enough
Afraid of giving too much love
Afraid of letting you see me naked
Afraid that we won't make it

My tears won't appear tonight
I'm all cried dry
Scarlet drops replace them now
I am dead inside and out

Scared of letting myself go
Scared of letting the world know
Scared of what fear does to me
Consuming me and making me weak