Lletres: Grade. And Such In Progress. Tearjerk.

i fear the fear that stalks me an irritant which dwells and thrives upon the threshold that defines all meaning and i wait i fear the fear i that haunts me i fear the undefined my non-existence i fear it the abduction of my understanding i'm just a servant to the endurance of death i'm not dispensable but i cannot escape natures laws i'm not dispensable i'm afraid i need a reason to compensate i'm a captive of affliction