[ WP ] Terrify me .

The saddest and darkest thing, Is growing out of your fears. I no longer look under my bed. The closet is as safe as a safe. 
 There is no magic or demons or ghosts and ghouls, just a slowly ticking clock. 
 The clock will tick even if I beg and it will tock even when I'm sick, but as it will wind on the hands of time I come closer to the dark. 
 See I do n't pray I grew too old and too cynical, most men would rather hide from the truth. We are born and we will rot in cold and empty hole, having never truly mattered. 
 Long after we lose all those we love and life drips away and ruins its pleasures and curses the fragile frame with age and doubt and then when death comes the saddest piece of it all is most welcome it. 
 Because there's nothing left to live for. 
 
 So I long for youth and naivety, least then my monsters were tangible and beatable, but there is no bed sheet to hide under now. Still the clock will tick.
