Skwerty

Do you know what fear really is? Do you know how it feels to be scared? Do you know the anxiety? Do you really know fear like I do? I know the icy grip of death, That the 'calm' water holds, The way it sucks the air from you, And the cold touch it leaves. I know the burning sensation Of the anxiety in my chest, The whisper of fear that rushes in, And the dull nothingness as it leaves. I know the rush of the wind, As gravity pulls you downward, The terror that flows through the veins, And the crushing blow of landing. I know the stinging pain Of the knife slicing my skin, The tingle that comes before with blood, And the fiery burn as it bl