When thoses thoughts enter your brain
The thoughts that will turn you white
You don't know if you will be sane
For these feelings will put you in fright
Blood that drains from your body
The heart that increases its beating
You are no longer steady
Slowly tilting to this unlucky feeling
These thoughts slowly seep to the back of your mind
Turning numb to this very sight of vision
Try to throw them away but they stay instead
Fear is its propersition
The unknown is chilling
To one's soul
The thoughts of this will leave you hurting
For those feeling are cold
The frantic eyes that you recieve
On these predictions that will make you panic
Fear will come if you believe
It. To these unlucky feelings you have, you will become frantic
(3-13-10)
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