I fear nothing.
I fear only what I see.
I see a reflection of myself, the tormented I have become.
I fear of no death.
I fear neither of the Lord nor of the shrill shrieks of the burning hells.
I have no expression, for it has been taken and broken.
My emotions are shattered, like shattered glass.
It has been taken, taken from my grasp.
I see nothing now.
Not the nothing you know of, but the nothing this reflection is.
So when I fear nothing, no one understands me.
These people, these demons, do not know of my tongue.
This reflection, in a perfect mirror, is not perfect at all.
What appears is nothing, and nothing is what I fear.
I want to shatter it, shatter it like broken glass.
But the lies and submission have tied me down.
I can’t move.
Please don’t rescue me, don’t save this reflection.
For it is hated and dark.
I’m being swallowed, swallowed into the darkness.
I could have shattered this reflection, shattered it like shattered glass.
It’s too late now, too late to take it back.
Nothing is what I fear.
What I fear, is myself.