Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.


You look at me, 

And I remember

A dream which recurred;

Me running away, chased

By shadows of people.


You look at me, 

The waters rise

I cannot breathe 

As my lung screams

For what it took for granted.


You look at me,

The room shrinks

My body is paralyzed

The walls which comforted

Now form my cage.


You look at me,

And I see how I’ve died

For you that day, now forever.

The death in your eyes terrify me,

I know I can never live for you, again.


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