‘Fear is an illusion’ ‘Pain is an illusion’

Now that the storm is over, We sat for a while steering out the window blinds, The reminisce; It is purpose that defines us, Instinct, Fear, And anger; It hurts, That part of me is still alive; The young eyed cherubim’s, Whispering silently to the pulse of my heartbeat, “YOU WILL HEAL TONIGHT” OH! I can tell the world is on me, They are mocking, They are talking, I can tell the voices on me; A cloudless night, A red sky, Dark with icing blades, I can feel them raining on me, Tearing me into pieces, I can feel the scars are swollen; The sky is bleeding, And the snow is red; Life can’t do me worse than it has already done, I am dead, Dead to fear, Dead to pain, I am dead; And the fever comes, The vibe is on, I spit on the faces of my troubles, Is that the best you got?  I ask again; I am implacable, I told myself again; Nothing, And I mean nothing here can move me, Make me run, Or even break me, Because now I know the truth, “FEAR IS AN ILLUSION” “PAIN IS AN ILLUSION”.