Fear

Laughing is another way to cry

Living is another to die inside

Experience speaks louder than the current situation

But gets drowned out by fear

Fear

Paranoia

Terror

They consume the human conscious like fire does gasoline

They strike and strike and strike until there is nothing by itself

Even if it is flushed out,

It still hides in the recesses of our souls

Watching and waiting for a chance attack

To take over again in our weakest hour

To feed on new fear that enters our mind

And help itself grow and grow

Until it is left again by itself

The cycle will repeat itself until the soul gives way and the darkness that loomed over it vanishes into the next host.