Incessant fear eats away at my innards like a parasite leeching nutrients. I am controlled by an entity. This fear is not an emotion. This fear is alive. It is a narcissistic fear. This fear feeds off of my heart and my muscle debilitating my mind & limbs to create "me". A poorly sewn together sack of flesh, hair, muscle, blood, and urine. Most seek to conquer the world and walk on-high to soak in their success. I, inversely, long for the opportunity to cleanse my skin of the dirt I have been laying in all of my life.

Desire. Lust. Passion. Crime. Fear. Love. Bullshit.

As long as I don't make it,
A promise to perish,
Bears the heroism of sacrifice.