The Great Wide Empty

There is beauty found in solitude.
Being alone can either bring peace or fear. Two genuine, raw, primitive emotions.
Peace.
Fear. 
When no one is there to hear your words,
When the echo has faded into the vast oblivion, and the sounds become indistinguishable,
When your enemies are vanquished,
When the soft side of the empty bed is the only comfort you have,
Tell me, what do you feel?