Fear
Eyes turn black
No color to be seen
Once hazel now just plain black
They are like an aliens
Or those who are possessed
Walking like being possessed
Acting as though being torn apart
Now my hearts beating
I grip my knife ready to fight against this human who is acting this way
No it's not myself
It's someone dear
This person has had turmoil
But now it's snapped
It's I don't know what to do
I am stuck in the place I am in
Backed into a corner
No escape
Do I run?
Will I be attacked?
I am struck with such fear I can't move
Then it's gone
But some of it lingers
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