The feeling of the unknown its crawls at my skin chilling me to the bone
Its laughs whispering my fears
I shake and move away but still it cling to me like a second skin.
Laughter I hear its getting louder and louder.
I cover my ears but still I hear it.
Its making it strong because it fear.
I remove my hands and look fear in the face.
Imagine my fist being a strong as a hammer, my scream roundel than its laughter
Then when it least expect it I let go.
I let go of my fear until it consume me with its chilling hate but I stand there.
I wait no matter how long I have to wait I tell myself I will win.
The fear will be gone because its power is me.
Just let go and wait I tell myself.