Terror.

sick at the mere thought 

of anything darin to hurt you 

I say a quick prayer

to a God who may have left this world 

and hope for your soul that he hasn't

 

with tears in these eyes 

I work harder to control 

this body which shakes 

beneath grief unknown to 

man

 

and as grief turns to rage 

I wonder why it is 

he ain't runnin yet.