Fear is a thread that I sewed into a suit
On the street of time, I stumped my foot
When I see him, all I do is flee
As the rays of the sun lace on me
His nails are swords that pierce my soul
Teeth that were crooked moved to growl
I have tried to run away before
But he hit me till I turn sore
He stretches hands of agony
What should I do to escape thee
The end of this path is the death
Thought of it...