Fear holds you with a firm grip,
like a hunt in the mouth of the predator,
It ravages your insides and cares not what gallantry you've learnt.
Fear watches you like a hawk,
and with a steady decline descends to catch its prey.
Now you're helpless, now there's no way out.
Fear courts your mind,
and feeds you with words of discomfort
praying you'll lose all sense of hope and the thought that there's a way out.
Oh how fear loves to be King.
Fear is subtle, fear is timid, fear is scared.