This figure came knocking on my front door, trying to break his way through my mind to explore, i tried to lock up my door and bar my windows ready for the invade.
I search frantically to find out who this person was and who could help but found no aid.
His black cloak billowed in chilly decemberwind whit the full moon shining above,
I was greeted by the silence as i creaked open the front door and found a single glove,
I picked up the black clothe and looked around to find everything as it was before he came,
But the feeling he left hanging in the air made me think i'd never be the same.
A few days passed and i slowly forgot about the figure from the gloom,
Utile i went into my house and heard a loud boom, i found him in my bed room with a slay grin face on his face, utile i finally had the courage to ask "who are you?" much to his disgrace, he said "i am the one they call fear" with a weak gleam in his eye,
I began to feel the dread increase as the minute tick by and i whiseperd quietly not being able to hide my curiosity"what do you want from me?" he acted as if it was obvious and replied "i want a room in your house so i can live comfortably"
I decided i had the space for handsome being like him, i didn't known he was going to drown me from the inside and i couldn't swim
So fear crept it's way into my life as if he could quench the flames of hell, but instead he took his sweet time hear my story he'd tell.
I will give a warning to those who want to give him residence in their life, for his presence is as sharp and blistering as a knife, i should've never him in and put my differences to the side
For now he is here and there he will forever abide...
