Fear is someone who visits me in the night. Visits me when im waking. Fear comes before i do my gods work. Fear calls me while im praying. Fear interrupts me while im working. Dancing. Being with the ones i love. Fear wants to be invited and im too nice to tell him to go home. Im forever accomodating fears punk ass. I be letting him get drunk at the party. Fear fucks up the vibe. He dont have house training. Fears not really my friend but we go out together. He has my number. He parks in the back when he comes over. 

Fear aint my master but hes applied for the position every year. 
On a good day im still full on fear. Been fed on fear and got sick on fear. 

But what lessons has he come to teach me?
and how will i remember him when hes gone?