FanStory.com - Unafraid of the Darkby Boogienights

Debris litters the corridors of my mind.
A cold manic wind blows though,
but not enough to clear it.

It only shifts it around a bit,
cluttered in corners,
it looks like little balls of

anxiety, depression, and fear,
but they're nothing to play with.
I dig down deep inside,

like a kid reaching for a grab bag,
only to find its contents broken.
Everything that I once was is gone,

leaving only an outer shell
that doesn't desire this altered life.
And that's okay.

My twisted insides,
my pounding head,
my pain...

Makes me less fearful of the end.