In distant lands do I seek shelter,
from my heart's aching.
In distance do I find my escape,
away from Dread.
Dread. I have named it such.
This entity lurking ever behind me,
It pulls on my muscles and makes them weak.
This entity in my day,
It gnaws on my heart until it aches.
This entity in my night,
It beckons and entices me to regret.
This entity in my mind,
It makes me fear my next step.
Dread, It paralyses me in my cocoon.
Dread, It stops my metamorphosis.
Dread, It clings to the past, the what if, the shame, the regret, the blame, the sadness and the fear of change.
Dread. My bed became my best friend.
Dread. My future I never wanted to see.
Dread. You lurk within me still.
Dread. I need to set you free.