Double Etheree

Fear;
Making
Everything
Good disappear.
Hearts stop, or maybe
Pound harder than ever.
Deep inside a sharp-edged cave,
Where all to fear is fear itself,
Causing terror and somber heartbreak.
If you find me before suffocation,
Please plan a way to get us out of here.
I want to escape with you, my dear.
Be free; such a pathetic dream.
I have never considered
That you can maybe help,
And in the end, we'll
Be free! And have
delicious,
perfect
love.