I turned to my left,
and found the same feeling I thought I had abandoned.
Fear grabs hold of my neck,
and I can feel its fingers coiling tighter around it.
Slithering like a snake,
it dragged me along with it.
My fate has been sealed.

Reservations have been made. Or so I was told.
Maybe people should think carefully before promising or in this case, find the perfect excuse to shun away from whatever it is. Already overly paranoid at the slightest things, the last thing I need is for people to tell me stuffs that contradict reality.

*Turn your back against me and walk away. I should have known better than to believe.