Prolog: A prison-cell one cannot escape easily...

The execution is about to take place
and the silence is so loud that I can hear my heart race.
Breathing in and out, inhaling fear and exhaling courage.
Should I truth lie just to free myself from this bondage?

My mind tells me to be strong,
Where did I go wrong?
My eyes shouts for mercy as I try to gather enough saliva
to feed the sole survivor.

What I fear the most is nothing but fear itself. It had me hidden underneath my own nutshell,
afraid to escape this prison-cell.

Incarcerated in one's state of mind, betraying your own thoughts. That's treason!
The fear of failing kept me from achieving greatness. An excuse set to be the only reason.