Overwhelming sensation paralyzing
meditation lost in concentration
fear driven fixation.
The blood that binds,
are hearts,
souls and minds.
Our legacy lives in fear,
of those we hold near.
We search the dark,
hoping to leave our mark.
Dreams nightmares are
all the same,
a faceless soul without a name,
hopeless days the darkest
nights,
happiness whip-ed from
are sights.
The blood that ties are fear's
of those we hold near to are 
hearts,
souls,
and mind's.
This blood will always
bind.