I suppose the feeling of fear isn’t a particularly well liked one

It sinks into my hips with finality and claws up my throat with a brash, clanging taste

Picture perfect pretty people punting at playing God in his own house

Power to me in its own way but also inherited power, genetic, dynastic and parenthetical power that was unspoken

Until it was all that was spoken of and I think in the end the slowly creeping, clinging, creaking crackle of fear in my chest

Rose to a roar and then a rabid revelation readily rejected reverberated through my soul and riveted in place

I was well-renumerated for having my peace of mind exterminated my excelsior moments eviscerated of their meaning because in the end I was afraid of you

And the fear click-clicks in my heart like a lub-dub of a badly translated anime show

You were sticky like treacle and you never asked you just left prints on me so everyone could see me

Twitchy and twisted and too tightly tethered and treacle-trapped too trusted and trussed and did you know you made of me an insomniac?

Too dark and sweet for dreams they were nightmares and to have that unspoken unbroken unholiness awoken power and to use it to tame me

Tar me with treacle for you shamed me