Emily+Emulation

Austin W There is a distinct fear of failure, Doomed success It torments, like the Harpies Of cruel mockery

Demonically persistent, it uses me, I can find no escape But discarded dreams Where the failure dwells

All can feel it, us— It’s the evil necessary The corrupt motivation Given us of the omniscient

When it comes, the sufferer awakens Victims begin their work When it’s done, it’s like the liberation Of the trap of fear.