Here's the other poem that was sort of forced. My honors English teacher was really breathing down my neck for this one... I hate him with a passion...

...Fear...

Fear

eats me alive-

whole and still writhing

in immeasurable pain.

Its smirk

still dancing

in my shattered mind.

The malicious laugh

still ringing

in the blank silence

of death.

Like it? Hate it? Tell me!