Worries Turned To Dreads

No sign of life, no tears to cry

Silence remains, everything’s the same

Uncertainty, anxiety

These affections of incredulity

Prepare for the worst

Downward spiral called life came

To an end at some given moment

The blade tore through the innocence

Leaving the shell all sore and cold

Visions force-fed, a sudden fear of death

Worries turned to dreads, where these clues will head?

As time goes by, just all in vain

Hoping to regain the missing one’s remains

Prepare for the worst

Cry, wait for the worst

Downward spiral called life came

To an end at some given moment

The blade tore through the innocence

Leaving the shell all sore and cold

No sign of conflict

what could have triggered it

No sign of conflict

such an outrageous way to play