I wish I wasn't so afraid a haunting conscience and I'm so exhausted of these thoughts plagued by these diseases demons to battle day in and day out my lonely mind travels in solitude drowning in tears and a bloodshed with un open raw wounds paper blades ink blotted paper manufactured lifestyles of predispositioned failure moonlit paths traveled by the dark ones who crawl out of their caves in the eclipse of truths trying to find an absolution running away from the light that may be their wings of plight scared and insecure running in circles in a square life Destiny. what is in a meaning if the stars are misaligned? what's next when the impending doom grows stronger each minute surpassing the ability to overcome these changes idle hands create much chaos in an illusionary world constricted by idolatry forces idle hands do carry weakness and exaggerate ideas for dramatic purposes I wish I wasn't afraid i wish I wasn't afraid to surrender I wish I wasn't afraid to fall.