Fear

Fear will conquer if your weak
conquer it and it won't leak
fear is made by the thought of pain
hell on your chest, your soul is slain
fear is made by your bleeding soul
it shakes you up and destroys your whole
you break down into shock
fear on your chest like a rock
you try to stand, you try to fight
it gets darker, ther's no more light
you stand their still, sweat soaked face
your whole mind hangs off a lace
you see the face of the real fear
it's yourself
my message clear