Bitter Winter

A Bitter wind gusts through the door
Through the fires warmth my bones chill

Outside a shadow crashes around
Fear is blind and stumbles
Like an old man reaching for his cane

At the sign of weakness it takes its chance
Lashing out, Breaking free, Wreaking havoc on the weak

Fear is an illusion, Created from our deepest dread
Our closest secret,
Fear can break you,
Fear can feed from you

It saps you emotions it makes you powerless
When scared you dont always choose the right path

Those who claim to control thier fear are merely manipulating the surface
of a pool deep and dark with no end in sight

 Tempz.