fears…

were ya scared…think somethin’ was gonna happen to ya…somebody or some thing was gonna getcha…fears…bein’ afraid of your own shadow…i know what that’s like…been in that position ‘fore…scared ’bout hittin’ the road…what’s out there…some kinda monster followin’ ya…kind that hides ‘hind trees in the woods…or underneath a sofa for that matter…just always there…

and you can’t see it…

no…you can’t…’at’s what makes it so damn scary…’cause you know it’s there…just waitin’ for ya’…comes in different forms too…a friend…strangers…lovers…some gas station attendent who you think is harmless…just a guy doin’ his job…he wants a piece of ya too…they all do…

even family…

particularly family…you think brothers and sisters aren’t keepin’ score…they’re just waitin’ for ya to fuck up…somethin’ in the slightest bit they can confront ya with… some lie ya told long time ago…some truth you’ve kept hidden…they getta hold of that…like gold…

i am scared…

better be…of all things…don’t trust no-one…your co-workers…beer drinkin’ buddies…they’re all out to getcha…and they will ‘ventually…count on that…one thing…one thing they been holdin’ out on ya ’bout…they always keep somethin’ in their pocket…a little chunk of gold they can plop down on ya at any given moment…leave ya just waitin’…waitin’ for that other foot to drop…could be months could be years…just somethin’ always held over your head…put the fear of Jesus in ya…that’s what they do…that’s what they do…

what can you do…

nothin’…just wait it out…wait for it to ‘ventually catch up with ya’…and it will…it will…bet your last dollar on that…it’s just waitin’…it’s always just waitin’…

why you gotta scare me…

it’s truth boy…unknown is always ’round the corner…can’t do nothin’ ’bout it…what’re gonna stay in your room the rest of your life…you think you’re safe there…guess ‘gain…there’s nowhere to hide…sins always exposed…ghosts know your name…sure as hell do…think you’re better than the rest of us…

not sayin’ that…

what’re ya sayin’…

we gotta live in fear…is that what we gotta do…

yeah…that’s what we gotta do…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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