Fear

This white space resembles my fear.
Expansive and deafening.
Where my savior is clothed in red, and my heart is dry.
I wonder where fear leads,
for I am a blind man searching for water.

Fallen

What shall I do without you?
They said that it wouldn't get easier,
but never said how hard.
I've fallen for you my Dear,
by now that is clear.
My eyes sees stars, and my heart is under attack.