I live in perpetual fear
In a state of mind where everything can go wrong
Where I lose everything that I hold dear
In a place where I do not belong
I write not out of love but of obligation
Course correct in a world full of perfection
No matter how much I end up coveringÂ
The coldness in my heart has no recovery
How can I say that I’m a lover of life
When death continues to plague my being
There are many scenarios where many disappear
But it will be I living the Shakepearean tragedy
-fear









