Insecurities becomes clouds in the sky, which hunts day by day;
Fear turns to be the order of the day;
A victim, subjects to a life not planned for, that never remains;
As found, if not passed beyond;
Becoming a shadow of what was;
A walking corpse, surviving, not living, suicidal in all ways;
Or turning a stone, no feelings and emotions;
Driven by a single thought, REVENGE:
What ever phase, The beautiful precious jewel dies.
Where's the life we once lived?
Where's that age?
When we are seen as a symbol of purity, and they?
They are the guard to protect, to keep us safe;
This pearl to be secured, is molested by it's anchor;
Living in fear of those who are to scare;
To scare away harm;
Things up here meant to be thought about;
Are avoided, along with the terror it brings.
