I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Beyond the shadows are gruesome creatures;
their faces distorted with beast-like features.
Where they come from, no one knows.
They wait for me beyond the shadows.
In the darkness, they await.
Grisly horror to be my fate.
Death felt in the air, my fear grows.
Evilness lingers beyond the shadows.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I can’t seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
They finally come to take me to Hell;
Their black spirits casting a demonic spell.
The terror felt inside easily shows.
Death comes for me beyond the shadows.
Beyond the shadows my soul was taken;
Lost in a world where I’ve been forsaken.
When they may come for you, nobody knows.
Beware of what lies beyond the shadows.
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The “me” that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be?
Is that what I fear? . . .
I think the thing I fear most . . . is “me”…
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