My mood is much darker than fear. Its older than anger, its infant and primal. Its bubbly and grotesque. Its in between what I know. . And so I ask. .
See the bloody faces lifted to the sky. Do you want to run to a future left behind?. I remember asking why, there lies aggression. Separation where there should be love.
What is that you said. Gotta whistle in the wind yea go down go down go down. Fear for me and I will fear for you, fear, fear. Fear whistles in the wind as I go down.