Baskadia

Fear.

I fear being forgotten, my name and face lost in time. Memories of me faded from existence. Binding me to nothingness. So much ambition with zero direction. As time Flys past isolation and a destructive self image emerges fear becomes all consuming my lips speak into existence the pain and suffering as if i were the orical of destruction. My every step seems Beleagure my very existence. Words spoke from frustration have resulted in the futility of salvation. I stand now a statue of irony an exam