Fear....

Stressful fear..

Rotten Apples,
twisting your insides,
peeling away,
Your outward Facade.

Bloodied Ice,
clinging to your bones,
unable to move,
Unable to Stop.

Poisonous Snakes,
running through you,
spinning the world,
Tearing you Down.

My whole self,
is against me,
No way to fight it,
I must succumb to the Dark.

I wrote that so I can honestly say that it's not the best poem in the world... But that's what fear means to me...

Anyway a random thought that popped into my head:
Fears don't find you, you find fears.