You fear the dark though your soul is forever lit with fire.
You fear the fall though you are born in death as the Devil\'s daughter.
You fear the pain though each bruise is your desire.
You fear the scars though to say you don\'t love them makes you a liar.
You fear the blood though it stains your mind and hands.
You fear the past and future though you\'re drowning in their sands.
You fear the truth though you\'re blind and will never see.
You are afraid of fear, my love, though you feast upon it\'s being.