I'm scared run away

[DepressingPoem]

I awake the time is ten
my bed grown cold i wake again

slowly melting out of bed
cautiously gathering my dread
actions sluggish my brain runs fast
racing to every detail first to last
everything is a message that only i hear
death is approaching and i live in fear

ravens are flocking and they want to stay
underlying reasons why they fly this way
no.. no... no there't not *louder* NO I'M NOT INSAIN

answers are scares but questions are plenty
where's the proof,,, Where's the proof,,, *another person*
answers are scares but questions are plenty
your going insain your going insain

[AlexandratheLate]

I could feel the fear and anguish.