the weary and heavy heart drags along. so sure it's bein followed. somethin dark and scary this way comes. creepin slowly towards pulpitatin ventricles, is it worn on a sleeve? left open bare and naked for all to see? or is it just subtly obvious to the onlookers? drowned in simplicity, do still water run deep? how far can it take the trailing imminent storm. to be scared of somethin you cannot see you cannot know, do you know how that feels? the impending onslaught of emotions tackle the calm air leaving a path of pitch black in its wake, the onset of pain is almost tangible. last question; how do you face an enemy within yourself.
*ps a question without the question mark isnt really a question.