Spiders, confined spaces, death... self destruction.
All of these fears,
Oh dear...
All of them rational,
All logical,
All common,
I feel bare under my cast of armor,
I feel alone,
So why do I insist on pushing everybody away?
I turn my back,
I wish desperately to track,
To rewind,
Because all I really want to say is that I am dying,
Like the branches of a tree,
I still haven't spoken of my worst fear,
Being totally, and utterly alone...
Please don't leave me.
