I am scared.
Stripped of my clothing and my dignity, I find my carefully formed veneer has not only cracked but been completely obliterated. I am scared I won’t be able to build it back up in time. I don’t want to be seen like this. Not the tears. Not the trembling. Not the way I seem to be unable to choke back the sobs.
I am scared.
Of death. Of dying here, forgotten. I don’t want to be hung. I don’t want to be burned. Truly, I just don’t want to die yet. I love you, but I’m not ready. Give me a little more time. There is still something I have to do.
I am scared.
Of being alone. No one will come for me. None of my wolves. Not the Owl, not the Fox, not the Bird nor the Nymph. Father? No one comes.
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fearForget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything’s cool as long as I’m gettin thinner
