I’m scared of my own silence,
of the unanswered questions that revolve around.

I’m scared of unsolvable puzzles,
It’s raising levels without a completion.

I’m scared of my own demon,
who is killing its better half every minute.

I’m scared of affection,
It’s pulling me down from all directions.

I’m scared of darkness,
As it’s trying to make me a part of his own.

I’m scared of laughter,
It moistens the wounds with each muscle stretch.

But in these fears, I’m not scared of myself;
as I have somehow lost myself.