Death to Fear

What happens if I get scared half to death - twice?

Is it a lot like guzzling cyanide?

Please say tasting is something you don’t advise.

I’m flying backwards.  A sparkling, silver knife

Is smirking at me.  I’m scared to be scared, to collide.

What happens if I get scared half to death - twice?

Bright days are dead, along with sex and vices.

I’ll mold my malleable chin high; my guide.

But with this dopamine leak, mortality is the price.

Chew fear up.  Swallow it.  Isn’t it enticing?

The clock is cracking.  Where’s your answer?  Provide!

What happens if I get scared half to death twice?

Here’s a useless fact while you’re pondering advice:

- Take it seriously or you’ll ruin my pride -

In NYC, the number of people is less than mice.

Life without an answer causes too much strife.

I’m begging you – scare me.  My fears will subside.

It’s time to learn what happens to be scared twice.

AHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! Heart beat halts. Bon voyage, sweet life.