Who, or perhaps what, is the Mastermind behind fear?
A burning, malevolent chill creeps up the boy's spine-
the Mastermind is nearby... or maybe already on-scene.
With deceitful charm, he tries to rule you;
yet, with the passing of time, his scornful power shall dwindle.
His assaults often come without signal, nor warning;
suddenly, all color fades to varying tones of grey,
leaving life devoid of the former vibrance it once held.
Alone, locked in a void with a stone heart,
the abyssmal fear of death, a choking paranoia, hits.
Each new breath stretches the thin thread of sanity;
the breaking point must be nigh.
Evil, hatred, pain- powerful tools in his psychological arsenal.
Another breath, exhaled with a shudder, is taken and thrown out---
a brief explosion of light fills the boy...
...then nothing.
Darkness descends unto his spirit,
charioting him onto the next realm.
Twin warm trickles of crimson seep from a fresh pair of holes;
the boy's Lifeblood spills over,
an act of his own hand.
The Mastermind has fallen.