The Angel of Fear

Vapid, empty, hollow… a black whole
thus are the eyes of the Angel of Fear
His arms are long, and his heart is cold
His cry shatters your reality-sphere
into shards of broken mirrors
and leaves you drowning in oceans of your own tears.
His mouth, covered in a giant growth, bleeding spores of mold
Death, dying, decaying flesh
adornes his necklace, and adds scent to his breath
Inside his chest
Beats
Your fist against the concrete walls of your self-imprisoned soul

“Please! Have Mercy! Let me go!”
You pound and pound, and with each beat he begins to grow
Here he comes!

“I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death
and I fear no evil, for I known not what it is.”
Again he comes, but nothing happens
You stay silent.
“Excuse me?” He replied.
Nothing happened.

The Angel of Fear isn’t real
He’s a figment of your mind
You made him, remember? And told him to guard the Gate
and only let those in
brave enough
not to believe
in fate.