Fear, and a Plan
The thought of opening up makes me paralytic
With spikes outside feeling almost magnetic
The ebb and flow, I can't seem to digest it
Away from what I know, I won't invest a split
Still reeling back from a long-ago hit
Although there is one thing I feel I must admit
I pulled the trigger and I took the punch
I steamed my self and served me up for lunch
Still amongst my garnish I did hide much
So spikes of my own you did unknowing munch
Then you did speak with your bleeding gums
As I counted up the increasingly forgotten sums
Now I stand here holding twice the cards
Left in the shadows where you thought to discard.
