Fear

The Gates of Hell

That which lurks in the shadows,

In my thoughts and the shards of my memory.

A beast that roams my mind’s meadow,

Invading the soul of my deepest sanctuary.

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Its claws extended all knifes of sin,

Eyes burning with such hatred, spite and malice.

Wings that threaten to enfold my being,

The possession of my soul its triumphant chalice.

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I ran at the sight of its very presence,

Into the darkness, into the past, and into hell.

But after me it came stronger in essence,

Taunting me further with its strong putrid smell.

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I wish that the beast would die or disappear,

For no beast is as horrifying as pure fear.

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~ Ee Suen Zheng