Forms of Fear - Mortality Rate

Warrior girl at the front of the line

streaks of grey

tired eyes

never let them see you’re terrified

In the garden of eden

tricks were played

but you ate the man

then you ate the snake

«You will never take my name.»

Rome wasn’t built in a day

and neither were her scars

a victim of a slow burn with a matchstick heart

«I fear the flame, but for gasoline I thirst

I’ll drink till my death to end this curse.»

There was snow on the ground when you opened the door

and handed her the key

«Break the locks, run away, I can’t save myself from me.»

It’s not that I fear falling

, I’m afraid of being paralyzed

and maybe I’m not strong

Baby, I’m not strong

I’m just scared of being found hanging from your every word

hovering

Baby, I’m not strong, I’m just scared of being found

hanging from your every word

swinging from the rafters