A/N: I wrote this as an 8th grade english assignment. We were writing sonnets and this is what happened. I do not own the Scarecrow, but I do own th poem. w
FEAR- by The Mourning Dragon
After everything you know is dead
fear is what keeps me alive
The pain and grief you hide inside
it's what makes my blood flow red
And the thing that feeds your dread
The fear when you know you've lied
The fear of judgement after you've died
I live the thoughts that run through your head
Fear the toxin that flows through every vein
Fear losing control over one's self
Fear the medacine that drives you insane
Fear th old scarecrow that sits on the shelf
Fear the cresendo of every pain!
There is nothing to fear but fear Himself
A/N: Well what'cha think? I liked it. Well, review please. w