to Dissemble you pull my plug and ring my silent bell in Hell, tell me to yield to formless fear, and feeling fraudulent, cuz i’m a tower. your hour has passed.

to Jaw Your hinges screech for un-cried tears; they strain against the irons of fear, answers to rhetorical questions. You have freedom of speech if you dare. I’ll change my game, but take care; the world’s the same.

to Fear What do we see but don’t say? Why don’t we say it? You want me to run. I choose this spot in the Sun.

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