Why do you run from every ghost?
Do the parasites use you as their host?
From fear and pain you run.
What causes us to run and hide?
The fear that latches to our side
When all of our dark demons collide.
No solace found under the sun.
While death is a fear of the physical kind,
pain is merely a figment of the mind
with their implications undefined
Which is the real one?
Your mind can be a scary place
Around your heart, the dark embrace
A trembling soul, soft like lace,
but you tell them you are done.
Don’t let them control you, don’t let them know
as realization dawns, cold like snow,
that control is a choice; don’t let it go
Fear is like a loaded gun