Gom Jabbar

Fear is all around us
I smell it in the air
Do you hear it?
Can you see it?
Will you touch it?

I reach out
It latches on
Adrenalin flows like blood
A sweet briny sauce

Fear is the creator
It lights up the world
The beacon that creates
The darkness of my state

Your fear announced my arrival
I did not exist before
Because your fear of dying
Propagates me once more

Now you have me
Feared by fear itself
You won't control this burden
The Gom Jabbar called self

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