Blanket of Fear

A Poem by Antichrist

All that is left is the pain
That secures me as I sleep...
The blanket of fear that I lay upon
To protect me from my own face,
my own reflection.

Hiding from myself,
like a scared little girl.
But of course,
with a simple pull of a trigger,
I can make all of my problems into positives
For in Hell, I will find everything I once loved.