Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fear crawled accross the floor
with a shadow and cape
creepy, and slick
what a waste
raped and sucked dry
fear keeps score

never collected harmony
only sat and sulked
lost all his favors
sucking on a smoke

colorless without decision
amounts to little
laughter without precision
skanky and loose
fear locks up the prison

what am i doing? what am i about?
fear looks on
in sickening doubt

tell that clueless friend
that he must go
if you dont
fear has given
nothing to you
kept stuck and slow
fear wants to grow
tear and poke
at all that you built
and stroke

beat his ass
tell him straight
there is no more room for fear and hate

fear is paralyzing.... that's what I think about.... trying to figure out why it can't be more motivation than work stoppage. No end to the questions.

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