Fears Full

I am afraid of living fully

of the greatest mind scenarios coming real

of it all ending without notice

circling the same hole in the floor

living the same story forever

every day is exactly the same

accommodation disguised as solace

in your entrails,

there is a muffled scream

begging for freedom

for anything out of your paradigms

and routines that weighs your soul and shoulders

this hunger accepts crumbs 

I am afraid of living fully

of the greatest coming real

of it all ending without notice

I am afraid of getting out my shell

of watching the fast burning of the world

of the beliefs not being true

I need something like morphine to rely on

and alienate me for good

and keep on barely living in fears full

have you stopped to reflect

about these fears so childish?

black out memories

undigested traumas

(take a listen to your demons)

there is no gain,

only the biggest pain

that you will also get used until your demise

the consequences of your actions

ended up in the spiral of oblivion

along with the life of your own