Sins and fear.

The monsters fed on the silence,
for the voices of logic were too catastrophic.

The fear that kept quite for the sins to go louder,
leading me my surrender,
ready to burn through my eyes,
a display of evil, I birthed with my first few lies.

I think my fears are coming alive,
taunting me, itching my skin from the inside,
taunting me - for they lived inside all along,
and I was ignorant, not wise.

And we know how the ignorant end:
eaten up... alive.