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A subconscious switch is flipped
And the dormant machine awakens
The fear factory springs to life
Distribution is about to begin

Frightened thoughts invade the heart
They are compounded by the imagination
Inner demons are working overtime
Working to perfect fresh fears

There is no way to shut it down
Panic buttons just add fuel to the fire
Emotions don't mean much at all
As this industry is quite heartless

You can't escape your own thoughts
Paranoia knocks on the door
It has arrived to sell you more fear
And it makes a convincing case

This factory will always be producing
Designing doubts for you alone
Nobody can stop it's reign of pain
Maybe you'll learn to tune it out
I don't usually write like this, but I felt like writing differently for once. I've got a few different styles I'll usually switch between, but it's nice to mix things up every once in a while.

This poem is obviously about fear, and our imagination. It's about the factory we all have inside, the one that pumps out fears and doubts that are tailor made for us alone. It was an interesting poem to write, and I really like how it turned out. :D

I hope you like it.
youdeservethetruth Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012
this is one of the reasons why i think you're brilliant..
a poet..
name a subject .. and you write an amazing piece of art
AzialSilvara Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You flatter me. :D
youdeservethetruth Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2012
so well deserved :D
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