The fear of your self

Fear is like dust

is covers everything

like iron is with rust

you may not see a thing

but there lies the beast

the hunger eating in a pit

of your stomach having a feast

your feel a pain when he spits

as acid pours over the head

it spreds the pain through

is seeps into your bed

although you its true

your a hopeless failure

of monumental size

you fill the room with grandure

only to disapoint.