Worries Turned To Dreads (Kiana)

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