FearThe Earth is a cruel place, Cruel as can be, Evil shows its ugly face, None so much as we.Fear
We are the monsters Hiding under your bed; We feed on misery And the dark thoughts in your head.
If you want us to stick around, We do not mind at all, We will not even make a sound While creeping down the hall.
For we are your fear! We are your terror! You will always know we are near When your face has a sickly pallor.
And when the night is gone, The Sun comes up at dawn, And you sit up in your bed, Thinking: It
A Dream of AhI dream of bumblebees. Huge bloated bodies, black, a single sunlit band. On my hand, on my neck, on my nose, on my back.A Dream of Ah
I am afraid, seeing the sting, about four feet long, by my reckoning. It’s like a pike, poised to strike. Then it does.
Ah!, the pain. Wondrous, agonizing, excruciating ah. It lasts a while. I wake and feel myself, no trace, except for that lingering ah. Forged by my mind, I don’t know why.
And I wonder if in dreaming, I’m being dreamt of. And whether this dream has an ah. Maybe I haven’t go
Unto...Running onwards, the straight road stretches into the horizon. But we turn, away from the sunlight.Unto...
Drawn by unseen unknowables, turning again. A lake appears in the tarred surface.
We run into it, jump in, yelling. We crawl out, still dry but gasping, groping. Temporary, fleeting, extraneous lucidity.
Then we run again, ever unto...
Why?Why. A parents most hated word, The fear of their own Ignorance.Why?
So, Why is the sky blue? Why is the ocean ? Why is...
And, It isn’t a shame not to know, but it is, not to find out.
Through Ignorance, stagnation, Through stagnation, Mosquitoes breed.
I’ll bet You didn’t know that. What a
Shame.
Why? Find out.
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-So say we all
-fongsaunder
War of the Worlds and Battlestar Galactica Fan Artist
-Avatar Fan
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