What compares to fear like the sound of silence?
That echoes through the mind.
Frozen in its chilling thoughts.
That hound underneath your blood.
In the lessons of a dissolving passion.
That becomes your shadow painted pain.
That feeds upon the flesh note hearts.
Between the dimensions of its distant heavens.
Throbbing though your bones.
Measured as a lost disease consuming the body and soul.
Pinned to the brain.
Dripping down the corners of your eyes.
Crushed beneath its pressure.
You swell up in its bitter taste.
Gasping out the idea.
Of what has become of fear?
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