To understand fear, is to stare your own demise in the eyes and accept the reality of failure, not as an option, but as an inevitability. It's seeing the darkness and the infinity that it could encompass. The times are frightening and cold and harsh. To ride into this existence is to ponder whether any of it was ever worth it. It's sitting outside, as the rain drenching you with coating of despair. It appears a minor miracle can rescue this ill fated trip. It's a permanent mind trip to which there is no come down. funny, can one come down, when they are already buried amidst a graveyard of dreams? This is where we stand today. The end is approaching and there are no heroes in this tale. At this point, the mire is thick and convoluted. Choking on a dense fog of fear, disguised as infinite darkness, to which we may never escape.