A vivid image drew across the mind, one that would stay.
The boy knew of no laughter, instead of the many tears that life offers.
Existence had not acted kindly and gave him the darkest fear.
The fear of life.
Each day the boy wondered, why did he continue to wander the earth.
All alone and without salvation, the fight carried on.
Fear of life grew stronger and with it so did the other one.
The fear of death.

Since he knew of no other emotion, pain is the one he turned to in order to feel.
Unwisely the boy did not know what would happen, when one plays the blackness inside.
He did not comprehend how it would shape him.
The fear of desolation.
As time passed, gloomier his world became.
Clutching to the frail string of life, he could see something.
Past the blackness of his own heart, it stood there almighty.
The fear of affection.

Through all the agony, in his trivial little life it would find him.
He did not deserve the light, he had not sought for it.
Yet here it was wandering down the long path.
The fear of love
For each step the entity took in his forest, stronger it became.
Cravings of destruction, the feeling to destroy it.
No matter how much he tried, the situation would not change.
The fear of hate.

With the time that came, he learned the mightiest knowledge.
That who had entered his life, carried the same fears as he did.
He felt the desire to help, the fascination to cure someone.
The fear of motive
He had but one problem, each time he cured someone.
A little bit of himself was destroyed as they left his life, seeing him broken.
They could not stand for what he did, the could not care for another.
The fear of disgust.