Tell me, what are you afraid of?
Is it the darkness of the night,
you're facing alone, a whisp of fright,
of what might lurk in shadows deep,
in the silence, where whispers creep,
echoing doubts of uncertain past,
questions you're dreading to be asked.
Is that what haunts you, what you dread?
Or is it the people on the streets,
that they might uncover what deceit,
lies behind your mask, your facade,
reveal the unhinged you, your naked self,
the beast within, waiting to be freed,
from the cage of societal creed?
So tell me, is that what you fear?
Or is it the voices, in your mind,
yelling atrocities, cruel and unkind,
stripping your sanity, your humanity,
turn you into a ghostly entity,
a monster born of your own thoughts,
with darkness deep within its walls?
So tell me, what is it you fear most,
that sends shivers down your spine like a ghost,
that makes your heart race in fear,
when whispered gently in your ear?